| talking to yourself is the first sign of madness. |
i feel so happy recently that i've begun talking to myself out loud a lot. i have no idea why i'm so happy, because NOTHING happened. but it's good! POSITIVE ENERGY. POSITIVE THINKING. POSITIVE LIFESTYLE.
I AM SO HAPPY I HAVE DECIDED THAT I WILL CLEAN MY ROOM, PRACTISE BASS, GO SHOPPING TOMORROW AFTER YOGA, BAKE A CAKE AND MAKE AN IMPRESSIVE DINNER. yay! feeling very jolly.
and shit! just remembered i have solfege on monday. haven't even TOUCHED the damn solfege books for the whole month... i am fucked!
but still quite happy. teehee! |
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| i like to wear thigh-high socks! HAHAHA |
wahhhhh almost rolled down the stairs today. thanks a lot ah. besides all the grievios bodily harm, i also have very the extremely bad diahorrea. like DAMNNN high-level, 24hr stomachache. basket, don't know who curse me until like that. CHINESE NEW YEAR TOO OK!! anyho, my knee is better already, albeit the damnnnnnn GI-----NORMOUS blue-black. i clean it with iodine twice a day. :D what's a little pain, women go through a lot more when giving birth. not that i will. hope i can make it for ashtanga tomorrow and saturday. we're gonna do the FULL primary series before coach leaves for india, and i'm ma get my thang on!
actually my hipbone hurts more than my knee. maybe i cracked something there.
i actually feel like going on a shopping spree (although i'm pooooor), but the thought of having to try clothes on whilst juggling winter coat and bad knee and pants scares me back into my duvet, cowering and chugging beer down. OH YES! I CAN BUY SINGHA BEER HERE!! JOLLY GOOD! there's a thai shop down my street and i now have supplies of curry paste, beansprouts, chilli padi, lemongrass, thai eggplants and a variety of asian sauces. MAMMA MIA!!! |
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| things not to do when drunk. |
#1: don't race your friends when drunk.
i know it's hard to resist, because everything seems like an EXCELLENT idea when you're drunk. hell, i'll even sell my first-born son for another bottle of beer. "a beer, a beer! a son for a beer!" hahaha. well, anyway, what happens when you do that is that you FALL DOWN. ungracefully.
so yesterday i was all feeling nicely-tipsy and VERY energised. as mentioned before, i had a lot of pent-up energy in me lately. so i decided it would be JOLLY FUN to race my friend down the empty street. 5 SECONDS into the race, i trip, and i fell like in SLOW-MOTION. SERIOUSLY. i remember thinking, "oh.... shit.... i'm falling......."
and the next thing i knew, i landed FACE-DOWN FLAT on the cold pavement. i think i lay there motionless for about 5 seconds thinking, "did i just fall? shit it's damn cold" while the rest of the gang ran up to me. so despite all the thick winter dress, i tore my leggings, smashed my knee (the same one that i landed on when i flew off the bike and was lame for about 3 months), banged up my elbow and hipbones and scratched my stomach. i didn't even know i landed so damn hard on my hipbones until this morning. so now my left knee has swelled into the size of a pomengranate and is looking absolutely stunning:
i'm just glad i don't drive. REMEMBER KIDS, DO NOT DRINK AND DRIVE!!
sometimes i think jesus really hates me.
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| forgive me father, for i have sinned. |
i swear to god i will GODDAMN kick you in the fucking NUTS.
grr. GRR. GRRRRRRR!
i need to fucking PUNCH someone. anyone. or at least violently manhandle them. or whatever that inflicts pain onto a fellow being. but not TOO violent... all the blood will be hell to clean up. and i also do not want to be sued in court. so...
maybe it's time to switch from yoga to something more aggressive. like boxing, or muay thai (i swear i will take it up someday before i'm 25), or football. american or soccer, both sound good.
zhhhhhhhh. feeling vexed, miffed and upset for no apparent reason. fucking period. actually maybe there's a reason, but at this stage, i am too crossed to rack my brains to dig it up. so i will conveniently blame it on menstrual hormones... which, if the believers are right, are caused by GOD... so i will blame the asshole.
forgive me father, for i have sinned.
but it is still your fault. |
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| i shot you in the ovaries. sorry. |
TIP #1: DO NOT DO HEADSTANDS WHEN HUNGOVER WITH MASSIVE HEADACHE. or any kind of inversions, for that matter....
also, beware of the ambush hangover, which starts out with one feeling jolly good and lovely in the morning, but strikes 6 hours later without warning. the fucker.
anyho, SUCK MY UNITED BALLS, CHELSKI! (and arse-anal and liverfools.) the fergie is coming, THE FERGIE IS COMING, THE FERGIE IS COMING!!!! we are second placed now, and only a mere 2 points away from the top. THE CUP IS OURS - FO SHURE!!!
v happy.
but not-so-happy in a couple of areas... bah. must be those hateful pre-menstrual hormones. can't stand being all daft and sensitive all of a sudden. i'd rather be a jerk. and suddenly i'm watching - HORROR OF HORRORS - korean rom-com drama serials! AND ENJOYING IT VERY MUCH! WHAT THE FUCK!! WHUUUUUUUT DAAAA FAAARRRRKKK!!!!!!??!?!? cannot believe self. am certain that self is not in right state of mind and is going mad.
but i still hate (very the extremely) those weepy tearjerker movies/dramas about girls-who-are-terminally-ill-but-still-decides-to-fucking-"live-life-to-the-fullest"-and-dies-in-the-arms-of-weeping-lover. i BLOODY HATE the term, "live life to the fullest". what the fuck! life is full enough for me as it is, and i am not going to make myself busier than hell. bah. and those shows about "true love" this, "true love" that. RIDICULOUS. bunch of rubbish. i would rather frighten/disgust myself to death with horror/gore/slasher flicks than bore myself to death with romcoms/chick/lovey-dovey movies.
ok. that's it for now. feeling very dissatisfied, pissed-off, difficult and generally very negative. well, at least the ambush hangover has worn off. |
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| i like bounty bars, do you? |
new year reso-fucking-lutions!!!!
#1. I WILL NOT LOOK AT BOYS.
#b) I WILL LEARN TO (do something) SO GOOD YOUR ANKLES SHIVER.
#iii. I WILL LEARN TO (do something) OF A (something) QUALITY.
#4) I WILL LEARN TO COOK SIMPLE YET IMPRESSIVE DISHES.
#v. I WILL PRACTISE MORE AND HARDER GODDAMMIT!!
#f) I WILL FUCKING SWEAR LESS. or at least more gracefully and more ladylike-ly.
hum, i think 6 resolutions are enough, no?
very good start to 2009! the new year looks v promising. :D v happy and contented.
YAY! |
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