Half past 8 when I get up, today I’m feeling dog-tired. Our cat Tigrie (Tiger) climbs on the worktop in the kitchen, we have 4 cats, and Tigrie is also expecting. The cats are very naughty, so I give him a scolding and go to brush my teeth and take a shower. Eat bread with peanutbutter that I sop in tea. Normally I don’t drink tea, maybe 3 times in a month if I’m in the mood for it, haven’t liked it sinds childhood. I’m on my bed again. When I get up and look at my mobile, I see that it’s 11:30. “Oh gosh, I have to cook!”, because mom and Angie are at the Sunday market. I’m going to cook rice with daal and baked potatoes.
Nothing will benefit human health and increase the chances for survival of life on Earth as much as the evolution to a vegetarian diet. --Albert Einstein
I’ll take a little bit of more rice then normally, because they’re very fond of it at home. Last time I had cooked daal Ravi complained that there hadn’t been cooked enough rice, because he wanted to eat another portion later that day. Mostly when daal is cooked, I also eat another portion at night in stead of bread/fruit. So instead of 3 glasses, I’m taking 4 glasses of rice. The recipe of daal is for about 12 portions, but you can divide or multiply the quantity at your choice. I’m not a queen of the kitchen, but I can cook.
Pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work. --Aristotle
Rice Requisites: Rice Water
Wash the rice 3 times, and read the height of the rice in the rice cooker pot. Next you put water in it till the height of the water reaches twice the hight you had read. The rice cooker pot in the rice cooker and turn it on. The button automatically bounces up if the rice is cooked. After a quarter of an hour you can pull the plug out. If you don’t have a rice cooker, no problem. Put the rice with water in a pot on a high fire. You can estimate the height of the water with your vingers. You should stir the rice after an quarter of an hour so it won’t burn on the bottom of the pot, and put the pot-lid on the pot. If there’s a little bit of water left over at the top of the rice, turn the fire at its lowest, and let it cook further for about 10 minutes till all the water has evaporated and your rice is cooked. Wella, rice cooked within half an hour.
Daal for 12 portions Requisites: 4½ litres water 200 grams urdi 200 grams yellow peas 1 pepper 2 teens garlic 20 leaves spinach ½ union 2 level table-spoonfuls salt 7 table-spoonfuls oil ½ level table-spoonful sugar
1. Bring the water to cook. 2. Wash the yellow peas together with the urdi. You don’t have to put yellow peas in it if you don’t like yellow peas. You can also use only urdi or only yellow peas, but the total weight has to be 400 grams or the weight you prefer. You can also use green peas. 3. If the water starts boiling put the yellow peas and urdi in the hot water and let it cook further on a high fire. 4. After half an hour put 1½ level table-spoonfuls of salt in it. 5. Pound the pepper and garlic with half table-spoonful of salt in a metal/stone stamper. I pound the seeds of the pepper entirely fine, so you won’t be seeing any seeds and you won’t get stomachache from it. You can also also use a blender or a chopper to make the pepper and garlice fine, but I suggest that you remove the seeds, otherwise they will stay whole. If you make the pepper and garlice fine in a blender or chopper, you don’t add the half level table-spoonful of salt in it, but you add it in the daal. Instead of the half level table-spoonful of salt you can also add vegetable boillon in the daal. 6. Add the pounded garlic and pepper in the daal and close it with a lid. I put the lid somewhat slantwise so the pot is not totally closed, and the water won’t fall out of the pot due to the pressure on the lid, that’s why it’s a good choice to use a high pot for your daal. If the water stills falls out of the pot, just put the fire somewhat lower. 7. Let the daal cook further for an hour and add ½ level talble-spoonful of sugar in it. 8. Cut the spinach-leaves in 3 to 4 peaces and add it in the daal. You don’t have to put spinach in the daal if you don’t like spinach. 9. Cut the half union in slices of about 2 millimetres, I also cut some pepper, because I love hot food, but you don’t have to put this extra pepper in the daal. You can also wash a whole pepper and add it in the daal, but you shouldn’t smash the pepper with the spoon with which you are going to serve the daal. If its a hot pepper, your daal will get very hot if it’s smashed. You can also add lontai or bay-leaves in it if you wish, you’ll get an extra taste. 10. Add 7 table-spoons of oil in a small pan and put it on a high fire. If the oil is hot, add the sliced union and the pieces of pepper carefully in the pan and let it fry till it gets a yellow-golden colour. 11. Add the fried pieces of union and pepper together with the oil carefully in the daal, because the daal is going to bubble. 12. Let the daal cook for 10 more minutes on a very low fire, and then it’s ready and you can turn off the gass. Stir the daal with a hollow spoon if you are going to serve it, because the heavy parts settle down. Add daal with a hollow spoon on the plate in which rice has been scooped out to be served.
Baked potatoes Requisites: 8 mediumbig potatoes 1 pepper 2 teens garlic ½ level table-spoonful salt ¼ litre oil to fry
1. Peel the potatoes and wash the peeled potatoes. 2. Cut the potatoes in pieces of 1cm x 1cm (about ½ inch x ½ inch) 3. Put ¼ litre of oil in a pan and let it turn hot. 4. Add half of the potato-pieces scattered in the hot oil, don’t stir yet. After 5 minutes you can stir, if you stir immediately the pieces potato with stick at the bottom of the pan or it will get smashy. 5. Fry the other side of the potato-pieces for about 3 minutes so the potato-pieces will be fried evenly, and then stir and look if it has a light golden colour. 6. If the potato-pieces have a light golden colour, you can get the potato-pieces out of the hot oil and put it in a metal/glass bowl (in something that’s hot temperature-proof). A few of the potato-pieces might have a somewhat lightbrown colour, but that doesn’t matter. 7. The other half of the potato-pieces can now be baked in the same way. 8. Take a shallow pan in which all the potatoes can go in, and put it on a high fire. 9. Pound the garlic and pepper togeter with the salt fine in a stamper, but they can also be chopped in a blender or with a chopper. 10. Add the potato-pieces together with the chopped pepper and garlic in the hot pan and keep stirring. If you have made your garlic and pepper fine in a blender or chopper and you haven’t used salt, you can just sprinkle a vegetable bouillon over the potato-pieces. Due to the oil that clinges on the potato-pieces, the pounded pepper and garlic will also get fried along. 11. Keep stirring for about 3 minutes, your potato-pieces will get a somewhat lightbrown colour and you can turn off the gass. And now you can enjoy your meal. You can combine your rice with daal with other desserts like vegetables, soyamorsels, tahu and such things instead of baked potatoes. A little bit of chutney and/or cucumber/red unions on vinegar is also tasty on it.
I’m going to eat and afterwards lie on my bed, I fall asleep. Really a lazy day, nothing much done for this day. Not a good example...hihi.
Succes comes to those who keep on working even if they are feeling tired—I don’t know who the author is, had read it somewhere.
I wake up at 17:00 and watch a little bit of television. Annoying scooby comes inside regularly. I’m doing the dishes and eat another portion of rice with daal, and then in front of the television. There’s a new Indian movie ‘Shortcut’, and I watch it till the end of the movie. Take a shower, write a little bit in my diary, and write Varsha an sms, who has send me a numbre of sms.
You have the world of love in you that will never run out. Don’t scruple to give a little bit of it to the other, the love thereby will reach the cosmos and offer you a helping hand from all sides.
She wants to know if I want to go to the gym with her. At te moment I’m not interested in gym, dance and aerobics workshops in which I had participated were heavy. I rather want to do other fun things. I like doing new things now and then, keeps life exciting. It’s 1:15 when I go to sleep
I had a wish to have my own blog, and that wish is now fulfilled. If I would make long-winded plans, perhaps I wouldn’t have started yet or maybe I would have waived my plan to start with my own blog. I bluntly started with the idea to publish a week out of my diary, but alas I have to dissapoint my readers who enjoyed being the sharer of my diary, as my story is connected with the story of a lot of other people who might prefer their privacy. I was considering at my previous writing if I wanted to cut off some pieces out of my diary, but as I wanted it to keep it as original as possible, I’ve published it boldly and undisguised, but I did change the real names of the people in my diary. I didn’t put much attention to the appearance of my blog yet, but I will beautify it in the future with pictures and such things, at the moment I’m aiming more on my writing. I will try to pour my next writings in an article form that will mainly be concentrated on me and my tips. I’m following a way through unbeaten roads, lets see where it finally leads me. Lastly, I heartly want to thank my readers who have send me a sweet mail. It gives me that push to carry on with my writings unabatedly.
Tigrie's little ones; 3 weeks after the kittens were born, Tigrie disappeared so we had to feed them ourselves
Alarm goes off at 4:30, I’m awake, put the alarm off and I’m thinking of lying a little bit, I’m completely asleep. Ah, what does it matter, today I can wake up a little bit late. I’m awake again at 7:30 and listen to the cars passing by, the people passing by on the street, the neighbours dogs barking and the birds that are bussy chirping. Stand up, brush my teeth, eat two slices of bread with peanutbutter, and then I have to iron my clothes quickly. We are going to paint the town red today. My cute pink blouse that dad had brought from China is good enough for birthday-party of brother-in-law, combined with my new pair of jeans trousers, and for at night for the birthday of my neighbours and wedding-party of moms college, I should rather wear something western. If I wear Indian on birthday, I’ll be shining a little too much, and all attention will be on me. So my white skirt with black flowers on it, and my darkblue with white halter top is perfect. Then a fresh shower and make up. My hair in a neat braid is perfect, because cousin Maya had asked me to help with the cooking. Dad and brother are bussy helping the refrigerator-repairer when I’m ready for departure. He had malversated our refrigerator that we had given him in December to repair, and brought another dirty refrigerator, so mom had to clean it entirely, and after a few days he took the clean refrigerator, and brought another dirty refrigerator...again work for mom. The refrigerator works for a day or two, and then we have to call the refrigerator-repairer constantly, because he doesn’t show up when he says that he’ll be coming. Very annoying without a refrigerator for about 5 months. My parents could have rather bought a new refrigerator, SRD500 (Surinamese dollars) payed, but still no working refrigerator. Dad thought that he has more knowledge about refrigerators compared to a young man he had approached at first, because this old man of 65 has practised this trade for years. But the opposite was proved. Meanwhile my parents have bought a new freezer, but you can’t cool fresh fruit and vegetables in it, it won’t be good anymore for use if it’s frozen in. I’m going in moms room and mom is bussy making up. So I go to sit in the living room on the sofa and listen to their conversation, they are bussy talking about drills. Mom comes out of her room, and she’s furious at the refrigerator-repairer, because she has to put vegetables outside on the balcony at night so it stays fresh by the morning dew. Mom asks if she can’t get her money back, so she can buy a new one with some extra payment, because it’s very difficult without a refrigerator. “Then I’ll be in loss, because I have filled gas three times now,” he says. “But you had to fix the refrigerator before.” If he’s gone, mom is still angry, “He has given guarantee, so he has no choice but to make the refrigerator.” I’m eating a banana, and then I’m going upstairs to write in my diary what I have already done for the day, because Aman has to change. But after a few minutes mom starts to call me, so I go downstairs. I could have written further, she called me for no reason. Okay no problem, I’ll watch a little bit of whatever’s on television, as Aman gets ready. Brother is going to eat, and mom asks if I had my dinner already. “I’m not hungry,” I say, for that matters, I don’t eat tin packed baked beans, because I’ve heard that it’s not vegetarian. If it’s really so, I don’t know, if I don’t know what’s in it, I don’t eat it. Angie then says, “She doesn’t eat baked beans.”Watching BET awards, and dad also watches along Beyoncé’s singing, then it’s Queen Latifah turn, and I’m enjoying. Mom interrupts me again, “Aren’t you going?” It seems that dad is also going, so we wait for him in the car as he changes. It’s 12 o’clock when we take-off. A lot of green to be seen, it gives me a relaxed feeling. Suriname is actually the most dense overgrown coutry in the world. We are going to an acquaintance of dad to pick paan leaves for the katha (ritual service according to Hinduism) at brother-in-law Sanjay’s home, who’s celebrating his 50th birthday. There’s a tent standing and it’s beautifully decorated with balloons, in the middle there’s a bunch of balloons with 50 on them. The roof end of his house is beautifully decorated with Christmas-lights. Congratulate cousin Maya and brother-in-law Sanjay and greet everyone over there, a lot of people that are helping. Ask brother-in-law’s daughter Somya if I can leave my bag on the lounge suit, and she puts it in her room where no one can get in, even if there’s nothing valuable in it, only my mobiles. I’m going to brother-in-law Chinu who’s bussy chopping pumpking, and I help him. Then up to the balcony with the children, and I ask them their names. They are my nephews that I’m meeting for the first time. They have let a lot of unblown balloons fall on the floor, and I clean it up. Then another cousin Anita and brother-in-law Jay come, whom I haven’t seen in 18 years, but I regocnize them instantly. They have two children, a daughter Puja of 13 and a son Dinesh of 19. Dinesh was a baby when I saw him the last time and I haven’t known Puja. Anita says to brother-in-law Jay that I was the bridesmaid on their wedding. Very exciting that I have met them, I really wanted to see the children of my cousin. I’m going to help brother-in-law Chinu afterwards with slicing cucumber, so it can be put on vinegar later on. Suddenly there comes a big black dog and I’m stiffed. Somya says that he doesn’t bite, and I feel relieved. Cousin Manav comes to the table to pick up vegetables to wash them. Hadn’t seen Manav in years and I say, “Now I’m noticing that it’s you.” I thought at first that he was some acquaintance of brother-in-law Sanjay. I’m sitting on the balcony, and it starts to rain cats and dogs. Brother-in-law Chinu pushes with a big wooden spoon on the plastic tent that has swollen below, because of the fact that the water stayed there, and he lets it fall down. Manav puts the vegetables that’s already prepared inside and says, “This rain!”, and I say, “Big blessing!” Cousin Maya comes on the balcony and says, “The rain is pissing fire today.” Half of the garden is filled with water and it appears that the sewerage is clogged with sand, so brother-in-law Sanjay cleans it, and all the water streams away. The rain has stopped, and I and my nieces are tying Palulu flowers with curling ribbon on all the metal postpipes of the tent. Ask Somya if there’s anything else to do, “I don’t think so.” Some time later, Maya calls me to bake bara’s. So I think by myself, “God, I have something to do, doing nothing is boring.” I’m fetching away bara’s out of the hot oil, and yes now my stomach is starting to grunt. But the women are talking loud, so that grunt was luckily not to be heard. Sometimes my stomach just grunts, probably because I drink too much of water at once. My cousin Sudesh who mostly stays with us on the Sundays and who’s rounding off his medical study heard it once and said, “You’re hungry.” “Nope, it grunts sometimes just like that,” and he started laughing, so nothing wrong with that grunt and with my health. Next to the pan they’re bussy baking roti’s. Mom with some old ladies are bussy rolling out roti’s. When they’re done, one of the old ladies ask me to bring her bag, and I see two bags, but none of them of hers, then I see her bag on the other side of the table, and take it along to her, to and fro walking. I’m going to sit in front, and the old lady of the bag is sitting there, so I sit next to her. The old lady sees the black dog, and she’s also afraid. The other women that were helping also come in front, and they’re yelling, “Your dog got loose!” “He doesn’t bit,” I say, but they’re then calm when brother-in-law says that he doesn’t bite. I take some ice that lies in an ice-box behind me, and I fill some water in it to drink. My cousin Anita looks at me and beckons at me to sit next to her, so we begin talking about my study and the study of the children. Her daughter is very generous and we get on together very well. I’m coddled by Puja. Puja says that she had recognized me instantly from her parents weddingpictures. I find it funny, because I have met Puja today for the first time. Some time later, I’m sitting next to Dinesh, and it appears that we get on together very well also. Brother-in-law Chinu begins talking about vegetarianism, and I also talk along and mention that I’m a vegetarian. “ For how long now?,” he asks “Since I was 11 years young, that’s more then 16 years.” And they all look surprised at me. “Egg is vegetarian,” says brother-in-law. “Don’t eat eggs either, I do drink milk.” Brother-in –law asks again with what I’m substituting meat and fish. “Tahu, soy morcels and such things,” I say then. Puja looks at me and says, “Mom you see, she doesn’t eat meat, but she’s still healthy,” and Anita says next, “But you can’t live without meat.” We nicely chat further and make some jokes. Puja is playing with my magnet band that dad also had brought from China, and that I have on as a bangle today, and she’s making silly models with it, sirbandi on my head, rings, necklaces, she likes playing with it, and I’m talking with Dinesh meanwhile. He tells me that he also recognized me instantly from his parents wedding pictures, and I say to Puja that Dinesh was a baby when I saw him the last time, and I had played with him on my lap. I ask if they have the bridesmaid pictures of me at home where I had a suit on that looked like a sari. I still remember those pictures, I looked like a small Indian bride. Maybe I can copy or scan the pictures when we meet again some other day. It appears that Dinesh sleeps a lot, so I give him a tip how he can get up early.
You can train yourself in getting up early. Put your alarm over 5 minutes and lay down on your bed as if you’re really sleeping. If you are sleeping with the lights off, curtains, windows and doors closed, put the lights off and close everything. Eyes closed and relax. If the alarm goes off u should get up instantly, stretch yourself out, and no thinking of lying a little bit or something like that, and do what you normally would do after waking up. Maybe if you drink your thee, walk to the kitchen and come back in your bedroom. Start the day with something positive, and with something you like doing, maybe your hobby or something like that. This will encourage you in wanting to wake up early, and to enjoy the new day. Repeat this 3-5 times. Tomorrow morning you’re awake when the alarm goes off. I got this tip from Steve Pavlina’s blog, www.stevepavlina.com.
In the past I had a big problem in getting up early, and had tried out a lot. I thought that you had to have the gift of waking up early or maybe that I had some illness. This technique has helped me to get up 5 o’clock or earlier within half an hour for months, every day, and even in the weekends. In the beginning I felt somewhat sleepy, but I started liking it, waking up at first at home, and started feeling more energized. After a month I repeated the technique another time, so I would be sure that I would stay in my routine. I’m out of my routine now since I had joined workshops of aerobics and dance. They were heavy for me, four days in a week intensive physical training was something I hadn’t done before in my life. So I started waking up late, and if the alarm goes off I’m thinking of lying a little longer. I think that I have to repeat this technique a few times after one another. I wake up the next day after I’ve tried the technique, but after that it goes wrong. I know for sure that I’ll get back in my energetic routine. I’m a fan of Steve Pavlina, except for when it comes to his polyamory articles. He doesn’t see anything wrong in having intimate sexual relationships with more partners at the same time if your husband/wife approves with it. A normal thinking woman doesn’t sent his man to some other woman to have an intimate relationship, his wife does that, actually she encouraged him in doing so. There must be a screw loose when I’ll do something like that. But good, everyone thinks differently, in my eyes it’s wrong. You can’t say that something is good or bad fors ure, that’s something you consider it to be. For example, you believe that there’s a God, but you can’t proof that for sure, it’s what you belief in.
You don’t ask God for too much—you ask for too little. Recognize that your world is your own creation.—Marianne Williamson (http://www.oprah.com/)
After I had read a polyamory article, I stopped reading more of his polyamory articles, because everything you see, hear, feel or smell has influence on you. Steve said in his articles that he felt that he would betray his wife, well if he feels that it’s wrong, his intuition gives a signal that it shouldn’t be like that. Except for his polyamory articles, I find his other articles very inspiring. That negative thoughts come inside you is normal, but I’m against making those negative thoughts reality.
Apart from the fact that flowers color and brighten up your day, they also cleanse the negativity of your thoughts. If you give a flower to someone it brings a happy feeling to you as well to the receiver. You notice that flowers normally have a positive influence on you, only we don’t stand still what they bring about in us. If negative thoughts come in my mind, I think of a pool of roses in which I am, and my favorite flowers take the negativity of my thoughts away of that moment. Try thinking about your favorite flowers or conciously look at a bunch of flowers if negative thoughts come up in your mind. Take the beauty of the flower(s) in yourself. You can also go in your flower garden or to a fascinating flower-park to calm your overpowered negative thoughts.
Give my mobile number to Dinesh, and ask him to give me a missed call, so I’ll have his number. My bag is inside, so I can’t see if I got the missed call. Meanwhile the pandit (holy person that performs rituals according to Hinduism) is bussy with the katha. Angie and Ravi who had been picked up from home are also present now. The bamboo staffs with flags are put in the ground. We have to stand up after some time, and sing along and pray, we get a yellow dot on our forehead, for the gentlemen it’s a yellow line between the eyebrows, and it’s time for aarti, donate money in a tharia (copper/metal plate) with a burning diya in it, and some respect for the fire in the diya. We get some panchamirit (milk that’s first offered to God) to drink and delicious prasad (sweets that’s first offered to God) to eat, and than can choose from lemonade/cola/juice to drink. Puja en Dinesh together with their parents are going home, and they say that they’ll be back later on. I’m saying to Puja that I’m very happy that I got a chance to meet her. “We have to go to two other party’s, so I’ll probably be gone when you’re back.” We can now serve our food ourselves; there’s aubergine with potatoe, garter with potatoe, pumpkin, daal, karhi, two different chutney’s, rice and roti. Take a little bit of everything, and walk to the table to sit with my brother and cousin Chandra and her husband, that just arrived. Delicious food! Then we get ghugri, lapiz, bojo, and gulab jamun served. There’s also kroket, samosa, and bara, but I have to help with serving, so didn’t taste them. But good, had too much. There’s singing and dancing and smearing with birtday-cake on the one whose birthday it is, and we also get a piece of the birthday-cake. We’re in point of leaving, and I’m going quickly to the bathroom. My cousin Maya is standing in front of the back door, so I politely ask her if the bathroom is at the entrance, even if I know that it’s there. She says, “You should rather go to the hired bathroom, this one is a little bit...” I get it that she rather doesn’t have people outside her house in her bathroom. I’ve never been in a hired bathroom before, and I have heard weird stories about it, the women also were talking about it when I was bussy baking bara’s. Duh, I can wait a little bit, I’m home soon. Maya asks to help with serving, but I say that we’re leaving. Mom asks if I’ve already been to the bathroom, and I whisper, because brother-in-law is sitting opposite to me, “Leave it, we’re home soon, she said that the bathroom is a little bit...” “You shouldn’t have asked her,” says Angie, who just had been to the bathroom. But I didn’t find it polite to go inside, because she was standing in front of the door of her house. Cousin Manav talks somewhat with us before we leave. Dad starts talking in the car about Rani, because she chose to go with her friends instead of my brother-in-law’s birthday party. “Those Creole and Javanese friend of her! Alway for their own benefit.”
Why do religions degenerate? Rainwater is pure, but when it has streamed over the roofs, and has flown through the lanes, it looses it’s pure clearness.—Ramakrishna
“We had searched for a boy for her, but these two (me and Angie) had comments about him, long nose, long teeth.” Uhm, we didn’t say that at all, but we let dad talk his rubbish, so he’ll soon stops with it.
Only in quiet waters do things mirror themselves undistorted. Only in a quiet mind is an adequate perception of the world—Hans Morgolius
Well, Rani showed us his picture and she looked at us as if she wanted to say, “Duh, which nerd has dad chosen for me?” We both began laughing of the look she gave us, and our parents gave us the blame that we had comments about him, as we didn’t say anything at all. Mom said, “He looks like Shah Rukh Khan (popular Indian actor),” and we started laughing more. He looked sweet, but not like someone who would make a good match with our sister, complete opposites. Rani kept quiet, and let them say what they wanted just to avoid their unnecessary confrontation. They can be very annoying sometimes. This is something that had taken place some time ago, and Angie says, “Why are you bringing something that happened long ago on the surface? What has happened, has happened.” And dad saying, “You’re not looking at your benefits. If Rani got married in Holland, she would have more possibilities. You could have continued with your study there.” Now I’m angry, “If I want to complete my study, I can save up myself, don’t need others for it.” Having reached home, I’m taking a nap for half an hour. Read John Assaraf’s best-selling author’s (The Secret) core beliefs, about which I had read about in one of Steve Pavlina’s articles about an interview with John and had written it down. God guides me I am very intelligent and I use my mind daily to grow and accomplish I am very focused, balanced and disciplined I have the ability and do motivate, educate and inspire others I am a very loving and caring person I am very generous I have the extraordinary ability to accomplish everything I want My life is a masterpiece
We are shaped bye ach other. We adjust not the reality of the world, but the reality of other thinkers—Joseph Chilton Pearce
Can party undiminished further now. Angie calls me, and me saying, “I’m coming!” Quickly search my jewelry that I’ll be wearing, a white with silver earring and necklace set; can’t find my silver coloured bracelet, I should wear my silver coloured bangles then, and my silver ring. I’ve also found a bindya (sticker for between the eyebrows) that matches, but I’ll rather not combine bindya and western clothing. A quick shower with my “Always” showergel. My foundation, powder over it, blue eyeliner, my redred lipgloss, my brown-black coloured mascara, and a little bit of red blush. Ready within half an hour. We’ll first go to neighbours birthday, dad and son are celebrating their 50th and 20th birthday. Eat a bara and drink some lemonade. I’m seeing Ashni, daughter of neighbour and also my friend as well after 5 months, her daughter has grown up, very cute, and I take some pictures of mom and daughter. Then we’re taking off for another party. We drive a turn, because we can’t find the street, because we have already passed it. My neighbour Suzy is also unexpectedly present on the party, so I sit next to her. I say to Suzy, “Nice maroh (place where the weddingrituals take place in accordance with Hinduism) isn’t it? “When I’ll get married I want one like this one,” says Suzy. “Suze, I’m taking a picture of the maroh, and then you can say to the person who’s going to do the decoration that you want exactly one like this one.” The pictures aren’t coming good, it looks as if the camera has been moved. So I say to Ravi to take a picture, not good. I think I’ve pushed a wrong button which resulted in changing of the adjustments of the camera. There are a lot of good-looking ladies and gentlemen on the wedding-party, who are shining in their Indian wear. Suzy is with a friend, and the friend has a nipper, and she tells that he was hungry, he at four gulab jamuns. Suddenly the band stops, “Testing, sorry for the inconvenience.” Suzy’s friend who had lived in Holland for years says, “In Holland it’s so that if the music starts playing there aren’t any interruptions in between, and here it’s, Testing, testing.” Suzy and her friend are going home, and I’m sitting next to mom and dad. The bride and groom are sitting on their beautifully decorated seat, and I’m trying to take a picture, but the picture turns out bad, so I say to dad that the adjustments of his camera probably got changed. Dad looks where the error is, but can’t find it, so I put it away. Mom congratulates the bride and bridegroom. We take leave, and Ravi and I quickly congratulate the bride. It’s two o’clock when we’re home. Quick change, and all make-up off before I’ll fall asleep.
4:30, alarm goes off, time for my daily ritual. I am awake and I’ve put the alarm off. I’m thinking of lying a little bit and reading an article afterwards for a spark of extra energy for the day, but I fall asleep and get up at 6 o’clock after having lied for a little while. Grab my cloths that I’ve put on a pile of four boxes in which there are more of my cloths and I walk towards our other house. Bathroom door closed, probably my younger sister Angie in the bathroom. I put the plug of the flat-iron in the socket and begin to iron my blouse. The temperature is too high and the flat-iron sticks on the sleeve of my blouse, so I’m holding the flat-iron quickly up and put the temperature lower. Get my blouse of the ironing-board, because the temperature is still high, so my thick jeans trousers go on the ironing-board, that can be a match for the temperature to proceed with my ironing. I’ve ironed one trouser leg and begin with the second one as I hear the bathroom door open. Really have to go to the bathroom now, so I get the plug out of the socket and quickly go in the bathroom. If I’m back from the bathroom my elder sister Rani is busy ironing her cloths, so I wait on the sofa. Mom is taking a shower, so I can’t take a shower yet. Okay, round off my ironing with convenient speed and then pick my toothbrush to brush my teeth. Mom just comes out of the bathroom when I’m done brushing my teeth. Quickly take a shower, because I don’t know with whom I will be going today, dad or brother Aman, because Aman has taken the day off from work. Dad leaves early for work. Comb my hair in a horse-tail. Angie is studying on the bed, so I ask her if she doesn’t have to go to campus today. No answer, sometimes she’s somewhat stiff. My hair in front looks a little bit bouncy and dry, but I’m not in a mood for a pomaded hair-dress today. Only a little bit lip gloss and a bit of kohl eye liner is enough. Angie asks now with whom we are going, and I say, “I don’t know”. She runs into the other room to change. Dad has started his car and leaves, so Aman is dropping us off. I have a lot of time left over, but I’m not in a mood for extra beautification on my face today, my roll-on anti-perspirant deodorant and perfume yet. Grab my bag and writing-case and then to the other house. I still sleep in our old house, because the storey part of our house hasn’t been build yet. Hmmm...could take my magazine, ‘Santé’ that I had bought yesterday at Vaco (bookstore) along with me in case my project partner, Vicky comes late. I had got a few ‘Santé’ magazines from my cousin in Holland some time ago, and I really liked those magazines. Good thing that I can buy the magazines here in Suriname now. Don’t see mom in the living room, so I ask myself if she’s gone with dad. If I come out of the bathroom, she comes out of her room. Then I realise that I haven’t any jewellery on. Quickly run to the other house to put on my gold coloured leaf earrings and my ring with blue stones. Go back to the other house and check if I received any messages from Vicky. Yes, indeed, I got an sms with, “I’ll be coming at 8 o’clock at campus.” Good that I have ‘Santé’ in my writing-case, I can read a little bit for a little bit of inspiration for the day. I have breakfast and we take leave. Aman drops us off and I walk from IOL ( Teacher’s Institution) to building 20. Open a free classroom where I can sift and turn on the lights. Can read my Santé now without being disturbed. There were only two numbers at Vaco, February and June edition. That of February attracted me more, probably because there was written, “Follow your heart” on the front page, so I bought that one. Maybe I’ll buy that of June if it’s not sold out some other time. Really got a positive kick of those articles. Beauty tips, have learned a new Neger-engels word out of the magazine, ‘bakadjari’ or ‘big back-garden’...haha that’s what they refer to as big backside in Suriname. My Neger-engels, our second medium, isn’t very good. Last I was with a group of carpenters that are busy working at the neighbours to take a look and the boss said: “O faya!” and me saying, “ There’s no sun.” “O faya” means “We are on fire (we our going to start),” the boss said...haha. Stories of five women in Santé, that escaped a life threatening disease or situation did very much touch me. Does let met realise once again that I am lucky to be healthy and up to scratch, and capable of creating miracle-works. It’s 8:11 and I don’t see Vicky yet. I look outside, I do see his black Chaser of which he is very proud of, but Vicky is no where to be seen. Send him an sms, “Where are you? I am in building 20 classroom 2.” He comes and we work on our project. Drawing goes smoothly and our drawing begins to get more structure. We work till about 10 o’clock, because Vicky can’t stay long today, he has to drop his brother, who’s going on a holiday-trip to Holland off at Zanderij (airport). Off to UCC (internet café of the university) to see if there are any messages or comments for me. Indeed, there’s a comment for my poem of which I hadn’t got any comments yet, good feeling to read something positive about my poem. Save some poems of other writers to read later on. You can read my poems at http://www.originalpoetry.com/ and also put a comment, my username is sherry122. You have to be a member first, but signing up doesn’t take long. Or you could submit your own poems, the more comments you get, the bigger the chances that you’ll be a published poet. Actually more a popularity contest, but the site is working on it to change this judging system. You can also chat and there will be also games and other attracting possibilities available shortly. No mails, so I’m signing out. I walk to the entrance of the university block to catch a bus. There are four empty commuters’ busses standing next to each other in front of the watch post of the university, so I ask the bus driver of the nearest bus if he will take off first and yes. No passengers yet, so I’ll have to wait for a little while in the bus. But there’s a lot happening around me that makes the time pass quickly. Students that are being picked up, vehicles passing by, one of the charwomen giving treat to the watchmen, it’s probably her birthday. Have to wait for a while and the driver has some passengers, so he takes leave. On the way he finds more passengers. I’m trying to memorize a few street names, because I know very few street names, even if I know the way. Have memorized two for the day, the Loksistraat and the Scheuermanstraat.
Looking at energetic people and vehicles brings me in contact with my energy within. Prerequisite for movement is energy, and if you visualize that you are the one or the thing possessing that energy, you’ll feel the energy you had contact with flowing in you. There is already energy in you, you just have to feel it to form the driving power, that enables you to fulfil your gaols. Don’t just feel the energy, do something worthy with the energy you’re feeling to make your dreams reality. Energy comes from within but it’s stimulated by the outside world. Mental activity stimulates you to get something done physically, you get that boost by joining the energy around you. In the bus I’m thinking, “Nice how a car can move forward, just have to steer and press on pedals”. And I think about the engines that belong to the wagon and parts moving by fuel and battery. Visualizing myself as the car, makes me feel very energetic. Looking at the cyclist also gives me a kick, he looks very energetic and I visualize what I would feel if I were the cyclist at the moment…feels as if I’m a very energetic happy child, that loves cycling. Another example is listening to the brush-cutter of your neighbour who’s busy mowing the grass of his garden. If you try to realize what it would feel like if you were the brush-cutter that cuts a lot of grass with gigantic speed with his gigantic noise, you’ll also be feeling that gigantic energy. Watching an impressive character on television and annex with that character will also give you that boost from your living room out. This technique enables you to be more conscious and live in the present moment, because you’re having a better contact with the outside world. I’ve noticed that I’m able to understand people in a better way. So looking at energetic people stimulates you to let your energetic you come out. To deliver excellent physical work, you have to stand strong spiritually. The physical is brought about by the spiritual. If you have a strong spirit it could be a motive to carry on physically.
Let us not look back in ager or forward in fear but around in awareness --James Thurber.
Having reached the end stop, I have to walk a distance to catch another bus, but I’m enjoying of all the splendour and movement around me that crystallizes into energy within me. Then I see my cousin from Holland with a market-bag. I ask her how she’s doing and where she roaming alone. She’s going to the market to make purchases to take along to Holland. She leaves tommorow, she was here for a month, especially for my niece’s wedding. “Remember me to the family” she says, and we go our own way. I’m sitting at the back of the bus, because there are only free seats in the middle. An Indian girl comes to sit next to me, and she smiles. Smile too, it’s very hot, and the bus isn’t filling. I’m trying to have a conversation with her, so I say that it’s very hot, and the bus isn’t filling! “What?”, and a smile, she seems to be a shy type. It looks as if it’s going to rain, and I think by myself, “Hopefully it doesn’t rain before I’m home, I have cloths on the line.” End stop, and I have to walk again. Suddenly a car stops on a small distance from me and the driver says loud, “Do you have to walk far?” But I wasn’t aware of it that he was talking to me, so he says it again. “No!”, and he drives his way. I don’t step into cars of strange people, and I don’t have problem in walking a little bit, and inspect the neighbourhoor a little bit. Say hi to a neigbour I hadn’t seen for a long time and he asks how I’m doing. “Wonderful and how are u?,” and I walk further. Having reached home, I quickly put my bag and writing-case on the table and get all the cloths from the line, because it’s drizzling. But the drizzle stops soon, so no rain for the day. I’m going to have my dinner, rice with pumpkin and tomato-chutney and some vanilla ice-cream, hmmm...yummy, especially in this hot weather. I put some Aloe Vera Gel on my face. Actually I had bought it to drink and to clean my tummy, according to my cousin it helps very good against acne. But I got stomachache and had to run constantly to the toilet after a few days, not for me, so I stopped drinking it. I wanted to throw it away, but I thought, “I can use it external, there’s pure Aloe Vera gel in it.” Reading the newspaper, “Two children of 10 and 13 years of age passed away in a waterscooter crash doing stunts, it’s a pitty. Children can be very naughty and do what they don’t ought to do. This year there are almost twice as much traffic-accidents compared to the previous year, although the government has intensified the road rules. I’m going to take a nap, because my had feels a bit stressed today, and if I wake up I have a slight headache. I hear Angie saying that she has to be dropped off at campus, she has to attend lecture in the midday. Dad is bussy filling water in the tank, because for years there isn’t any water coming from the tap, it sucks. And if you buy water, they bring it after days, somtimes after a week. So there’s nothing else left then to fill water yourself at the water-company. Dad says to Angie to ask Rani to drop her off, but Angie says that she’s doig the laundry. Angie comes into the bedroom and asks where younger brother Ravi is, so he can drop her off. “I don’t know,” I say, because I was sleeping, how would I be knowing where he is? If dad comes back, Angie still is at home, so he has to drop her to campus. If dad’s back after having dropped Angie, he’s somewhat growling at the merest trifle, sometimes he likes to act a little bit angry. Mom is bussy filling water from one tank to the other, and because she wasn’t holding the water-hose very thightly the water fell outside, so dad growling and mom laughing. “Sharda is here, do say to her to help,” says dad. A banana and some delicious orgeat to drink. A little bit of writing in my diary and I don’t feel any headache anymore. Wanted to clean my bedroom, because it looks dusty. Sunday then, because it’s already 18:17, the time passes rapidly.
Chinese saying: The future is not what it had been.
See if there’s anything interesting on television...from one channel to the other. Watch a little bit of the Indian serial, “ Inspector Monica Mogre,” and then a half whole-meal bread with tomato-chutney, love tomatoes, and then have to do the dishes. I eat another banana. Rather should have eaten some fruit instead of whole-meal bread.
Eating only fresh fruit at night helps to get a flat belly. If I have the feeling that my belly is coming out, I begin eating fruit at night instead of bread; helps very well, because fruit digests quicker. After two days I have my superflat belly back. I suggest that you have your heavy meal in the midday. Apart from fruit I also drink some milk at night as always. So I don’t have to do heavy abdominal exercises, but training your muscles and a good sweat are indeed good for your body. There was a period when I felt like my belly wouldn’t get superflat anymore, and abdominal exercises didn’t seem to help much. Was very much satisfied with my fruit diet. The first time, I ate only fruit at night for two weeks, but I began yearning for oily food, because I’m used to eat flourproducts or sometimes rice at night, so I’m using my fruit meal with breaks in between, good for your figure.
Again on the sofa watching some videoclips and the Indian program “Entertainment ke liye kuch bhi karenga”, it’s about people with extraordinary abilities or people performing extraordinary stunts, I like the program. There are here in Suriname...lets see, RBN, Trishul, Sangeet Mala, Ramasha, Radhika en SBS, that’s six Indian televisionstations. At home they watch mostly Indian programs, so I mostly watch along. My great grandparents migrated from India to Suriname to work as contractworkers on the plantations of the white masters. Ravi also comes to watch tv and sits in the swing. Suddenly he lets out some hearable air. Cat is in the neighbourhood, so he says, “Cat go home!”...haha, so I say, “You’re a cat now.” Scooby, our dog keeps coming inside the house. He doesn’t listen if I yell at him, “Scooby outside!”. Mostly he behaves as if he’s deaf. He goes all the way to the kitchen if he doesn’t see anyone, to eat food of our cats. He’s very naughty, he’s the opposite of our Blacky, who’s very obedient. So I close the door, and he looks inside from the terrace. And when Rani opens the door to go out of the house, he slips inside. Drink a glass of milk and some water. Have to wash my hair, beacause tommorow is a hectic day, we got invitations for three party’s. Check my sms, have an sms from Warsha after a long time. Warsha likes sending sms to people and I’m not very fond of it, only if I’m in a mood to sms people. I think my balance disappears rapidly, so I’m trying not to call or sms too much if it isn’t necessary. Warsha has sent me an sms that she’s sleeping in her grandmother’s house, because her grandmother is in Holland, and she doesn’t like sleeping in another house. I sent her back an sms along with a quotation in it, that I had read in Santé.
This is the moment when we must come together to save this planet. Let us resolve that we will not leave our children a world where the ocean rise and famine spreads and terrible storms devastate our lands—Barack Obama
It’s 12 o’clock but I can’t fall asleep yet, I’ve set the alarm at 4:30. I’m going in the other house to drink some water. Angie was watching television and dad has fallen asleep on the sofa. Angie says to lock the door, because she is going in the other house. Rani walks to the wash-bowl to wash a cloth, she was probably bussy cleansing her face or something like that, so I say to her to lock the door. Having reached my bed I’m Sleeping Beauty.
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