Sunday, 26 April 2009
so instead of full lurid details, can only paint some blurry picture. anyway got chatting with Cute Guy and unintentionally let slip that i was going to gym. oh shit i hate it when people know i hit the gym almost daily-- then i'm expected to be fit / skinny / clued in to the latest health info. all of which i'm not.
ok ok to the point. Cute Guy actually said, 'oh yeah i see you going to gym a lot.'
it's a butt-clenchingly embarrassing as still am fat despite all the gym-ing. i always say, how you look is 80% what you eat and 20% what you do but everybody thinks otherwise. now he will think i am some lard horror which is immune to gym.
Saturday, 25 April 2009
remembered the doc's concern that this isn't normal. probably due to stress. 2 ass in a week! right after easter, when i was going out every day. it's lovely to stay in once in awhile.
hope all these haywire periods will not affect my childbirth abilities. not that i'm planning on having any just yet, but it's good to keep oneself in good running condition.
my foods are expiring left and right. will enter frenzied baking phase again.
Monday, 20 April 2009
have to start editing my co. reporting ass[ignment] and reading my cost info ass questions. went out too much during easter break. thus do not feel refreshed or relaxed, just tired. so now i know, apart from my sugar addiction, i'm addicted to going out. if i turn down an offer to do something, anything, i'll somehow worry that i may be missing out on a fantastic new experience / meeting the love of my life / getting spotted by a talent scout.
one of the most boring, wish-i'd-stayed-in-instead days was shopping with song and his housemate from adelaide. i just stumbled around glaring at all the hot clothes that i either couldn't afford or couldn't fit into, with an annoying headache all the while, probably brought on by being indoors too much.
i hate exercising in gyms, i feel like i'm breathing in recycled air. but there is no way in hell i'm going to run outdoors with the temperature under 20degrees celsius.
the only highlight that day was watching 17 again, which just goes to show how desperate i am. it was ok though--
'thank me for making your day'
however, his tan looks too orange and fake. really a flick meant for kiddies, but i'm only saying that to sound like a weathered / sophisticated / cool film critic. i had a rollicking good time pressing my hands against my chest and semi-panting in cinema.
oh, and the choco top banana and pods snickers helped enhance the experience.
Saturday, 18 April 2009
thanks to this book i borrowed from the berwick mechanics institute library. the quaint librarian'd warned i might need tissues but i haven't cried once since i got here, so i thought i was immune.
add the fact that i was trying out a new australis liquid eyeliner [which happened not to be waterproof]. are there any lasting / smooth / easy-to-apply liquid eyeliners in aus?! i had dark smudges under my eyes and black specks on my hanky. i love my m.a.c. fluidline, but i need something i can use in public toilets, which is where i usually apply makeup nowadays-- i can never seem to make it to trains on time, with makeup immaculate and hair brushed, so i do it on the go.
anyway the indian lady seated opposite me tried hard not to stare but failed. miserably. i swear, she was staring as hard as the dude who was burning a hole in my shirt-dress in gold coast. the dude can be forgiven as
1. he's a dude
2. i forgot to wear shorts
3. it's normal for dudes to stare at under-dressed chicks.
the full story is i forgot to don shorts over my outfit [a shirt-dress over bikini] and went to the buffet breakfast oblivious to the fact i was half-dressed. til dude bore holes into my top. whatever, this is aus, cleavage heaven, nobody cares.. but i was [surprisingly] the least-clothed in seaworld.
back to marley and me-- i checked out the trailer on youtube just now, but it just isn't as charming as the book. most adaptions aren't. will make exception for atonement. that book is so emotional with so many unknown words i can only read it with a dictionary. i think it will plunge me into depression the way the l. m. montgomery emily books did when i was 12. i'm v. easily influenced by my reads.. but more by movies.
however, i doubt i'll ever get a dog of my own. cleaning up grosses me out and chasing her around the house under the sun, trying to tackle her to take a shower, is not my idea of fun.
everybody has to say goodbye in the end. this is life. and i'll have to say goodbye to melbourne if i don't return to my assignment asap. since i've decided to finish my blasted accounting degree, i have to suck up and tackle the bloody company reporting with the gusto usually reserved for food. wish me luck, i'll need it
Friday, 10 April 2009
to an outsider it may be losing a bunch of cheap, old, dirty-looking stationery, but to me it's like losing my 'tools of intellect'. or something. most possibly or sth.
the item i miss most is my scissors. many people think it's weird to carry a pair of scissors in my bag, with my lip balm, comb, mirror and eye drops.. but i need my scissors to cut open packets of candies and other snacks
i'm the type of person who sucks at tearing open packets with bare hands
plus, i miss my mechanical pencil and eraser too!
i'm neurotic and v. particular about my notes and scribbles-- must be neat with no mistakes, so obviously am no pen fan
must must must get ass to fountain gate tomorrow to buy these 3 emergency items.. and maybe a pair of knit boots too
parents coming down under this year end?!! may be going gold coast?!!!
after i'd booked gold coast trip?!!!
aiyo.. whatever i'm going to enjoy my trip as much as i can. don't think it'll be a difficult task
i was in a sunny / bubbly mood til dad's email which reminded me that i'll be in msia this time next year if i don't keep my grades up
by that i assume he means a 70% average, which i haven't seen since i was 13 and skinny
i miss coco, but not so much that i want to return!
must focus on maintaining assignment standards after gold coast!
what does it mean when a guy calls you but he's obviously distracted?
lj did that and i was like, 'you can call next time..' [i didn't know what to talk about with him and i wanted to continue facebook-ing or whatever v. constructive activity i was involved in at the moment]
but he just wanted to stay on the line
if i were the heroine of a movie / book it'd be because he was trying to shift my attention from my bank account [because he's shuttling my money into his account ala deception]
but this is real life, and i think it's weird
always calls but when i see him we hardly talk
whatever lah.. will continue what suat yee describes as cds-free sorry existence
cds = clubs. drinks. sex.
suat yee is the epitome of growing up well
i should be growing up like that! minus the piercing
look at her before photo--
i look better then than i did now-- reverse growing up ooh
will go gym now