the indian kolam

saturday night
as i reach home after a really tiring day after my graduation and music class, i walk into my house in desperate need of ATP molecules. anyways, dropping myself on the sofa, grandma comes over and feeds me. haha. she's a darling wei. seriously. and since she wants me to eat so badly, she goes waaaaaaaaaay out to just get food into my stomach.

menstruation cycle's bad timing
i amble up to my room after dinner, cursing and swearing because there were just SO MANY steps in my house and it requires me climb em all to reach my bloody room. and minutes later (literally 'minutes' as i was walking super slow), i successfully reach my room. FINALLY!

dropping my handbag on the bed, i went straight to the bathroom and undressed.
FUCK THE WORLD!
i got my bloody menses. haiyo. just what i need to give the finishing touches to my absolutely "wonderful day". and the best part? i was out of pad. fantastico! aaaaaaaaaaarggggghhhhh!

message sista who was out with her friends :
sis. i need pad. only whisper. nothing else. dont mess with a girl who has got her menses by getting another brand.

sista replies :
ok. oh and btw, yoga read the message. he pulled the phone outta my hand.

WHAT THE FUCK?! haiyooooooooo.. why la? WHY?!

*i dunno why am i capitalising so much*

"early" notification
at around 7am, i get a call from my cousin sista, mira. i pick up the phone. still sleeping.

"dakshy?"
"mmmmmm?"
"i'm gonna do kolam today. i need you to come help. come with your mom to the shop. she'll be leaving in the next one hour's time"
"oh. okay. do i really have to?"
"yes. i'll pay you."
"i'm coming."

so yea. i went to do the kolam after all.

kolam in mydin mall
the kolam was to be done in a mydin mall which is in USJ. so yea. we went there. and since the guy wanted a 10 feet kolam, he got a 10 feet kolam. wei. it was bloody huge ok. it was a peacock within a circle and the diameter of it was actually 10 feet. that's like double my height wei. and we actually took 7 hours to complete it.

dakshy, being the "flexible" one, had to reach out to some of the places to cover em up. that was the most toughest part you know. i mean, when you're doing it, you dont realise the pain, but then, the next day.... you would pray not to get up and be able to just be in bed the whole day. my body felt as though it was hammered like a nail la. ish. nevertheless, all the pain was worth it as the kolam looked gorgeous once it was done. absolutely gorgeous. photos shall be uploaded some time soon.

click!

~ jammed up ~