North & South

I have just learnt that Taylor Swift's parents have separated. My reaction was something along the lines of, "Oh no." I actually feel incredibly sad for her.

J

Damage Control

I feel that I need to address some of the more cryptic remarks I have made over the last couple of months or so. "Personal" and "awkward" and "intimate" are some of the adjectives I have used to describe my situation. They have been vague at best and may have either been confusing or of no consequence to you as I lead a very  uninteresting life not quite worthy of a blog (or your time).

This "situation" has been following me around for a while. As many of you have guessed, it is a romantic situation. I refrained from elaborating on the subject as some of you know him and I wasn't sure it would go anywhere. Now, I am 100% sure it is not going anywhere so I feel more free with my information!

It was, quite simply, a guy from med who I barely knew but talked to occasionally on facebook and bumped into at uni a few times. I deluded myself into thinking we had some sort of "connection" and I thought something might happen this holiday because he mentioned catching up... Alas, nothing has arisen from this offhanded remark and I think it's time I stop obsessing/thinking about the issue and get back to real life! Uni is about to start and I need to get my head in the game.

There's no use crying over spilled milk. Please respect my privacy at this very distressing time (loljk, I don't really care. He was a passing fancy and actually kind of ug).

J

I'm Very Fond of Walking

I spent the afternoon watching Jane Eyre with my mother. She loves it in a creepy way. Except she said to me, "Neither of them are good looking!" and I said to her, "That's the bloody point!" Tomorrow, we go to Fremantle (I terribly wanted to write Matlock just then). Mother-daughter bonding time. Her idea. My fear.

This morning, I sat in my room reading Sense & Sensibility for a little while. Then I sat in the sun by my window and shed a couple of tears over something that is sincerely silly. I don't think I'm legitimately sad about the situation. I think they were more tears of frustration. And bitterness. And disappointment. And they were probably a sign that I'm not content with my life right now. Or myself for that matter.

Sometimes, I feel like my whole life is just sitting there and waiting and waiting and waiting for something exciting to happen. It rarely/never does. Maybe hope does breed eternal misery.

J

Thinking Can Be Time Consuming

I've been thinking a lot lately. Maybe it's because I have nothing better to do but I have been thinking indeed.

Last night, I went to bed around 12am and proceeded to think for 1.5 hours until I forced myself to go to sleep.

Then I dreamt (does this count as thinking?) that I was the first female AFL star and it was awesome. Obviously, I have been watching too much She's The Man (is it possible to ever watch too much, though?). I dreamt that I was the first female AFL player and at first, it was a little rough with the guys (not in a sexual way, although come to think of it...) who were clearly intimidated by not only my athletic abilities but also my keen feminine sensibilities and how good I always tended to smell (like freesias and raspberries). I caught these awesome marks in which I would jump up on the opposing side player's back (feeling the slick musculature under those teeny footy jersey thingoes or whatever the correct terminology is) and then catch the fuck out of the ball and proceed to tumble to the ground in this cat-like, extremely graceful, attractive, sensuous and sexuous flip (thing).

Everyone just adored me. I may or may not have also had a lover (!) on the team who I got up to mischief with.

I woke up feeling tired (I woke up at 8.30am and for those who know me, during holidays I tend to sleep for a MINIMUM of 12 hours so this seven hours was clearly insufficient) and with a cramp in my calf. For some reason, sometimes when I've just woken up in the morning (barely lucid point) and I flex my calf, my whole leg seizes up in pain. It's kind of terrific and disgusting at the same time. Like when you wake up after sleeping on your arm and your whole harm is lifeless, limp, flacid, pale and senseless. It is, of course, awesome.

J

Events of the Day

1. I exercised. Later, mother complimented me (it was more of a mention, not necessarily a compliment) on my arm muscles. Like I was telling Caitlyn, I feared the bulk when I started working out but it was really nice to be recognized on my work! Lately, I've been feeling really slack with my exercise. I still do it but I drag my feet. It's especially bad because it's holidays so obviously I can actually take my time and sometimes I just sit down in my work out clothes for ages and procrastinate. It will be hell when uni gets back.

2. I went shopping for Lebanese pizza goods at IGA with Little Mishelle. I was appalled by what she suggested (eggplant which I'm pretty sure I'm mildly allergic to, SPINACH, tinned corn) but it ended up okay. Sadly, the sweet potato was not cooked (nearly at all) so I didn't enjoy that texture but overall, it was good. I also subjected her to watching Pride & Prejudice with me. I can't tell if she loved it or hated it. That one is tricky. Also, I KICKED HER ASS at Uno. Like a really bad ass kicking. She will probably bruise in the rumpus.

3. I watched six episodes of Downton Abbey (season one for anyone interested). God, it's good. I thought it would be shit from the five minutes I watched a couple of months ago because it involved not-so-attractive people and boring servants and I was like, "Man... Not hot people and snorey storylines? I'm outie." But then I was bored one night and it was one and it was MAGNETIC. I would describe it as a soap opera of early 1900s and it is juicy (like a ripe peach, my favourite stone fruit). There are sufficiently attractive people to appease me too (I make do with what I have, you guys should know this by now):

4. I got a call from my brother at 7pm (basically, when it's pitch black outside) that he had fallen asleep in the bus and ended up somewhere in A-Hole Heights... At first, I thought he was being chased/killed because the line was shaky and weird but it was probably because he was walking (or the general fear one gets when entering No-Man's Land AKA A-Hole Heights).

I had to pick him up. He has really been irritating me lately. I know this is nothing to really complain about and an honest mistake. He just frustrates me. The mess he makes, the lack of care. He has no care for money. He spends it too freely in my opinion. He bought a $100 kite last year and never used it and a $300 telescope. He tutors at uni and never even checks his pay. My dad ended up checking and told him he was being paid less than what was expected. His response? "I'm not doing it for the money. I'm doing it for resume packing." He's just idiot. It also annoys me because my parents have basically spoon-fed us since we were children. Perhaps it is hypocritical of me to thus think such things of him but I feel like I have a better grasp on the value of money.

J

Elijah Wood and Dominic Monaghan Reunited at Comic-Con

It's like they're back in the Shire!



Not gonna lie, I shed a tear. This seriously warms my heart. I love it. I love it even more that The Hobbit (coming soon!) is like a reunion of sorts (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0903624/). My heart is breaking.

J

The Amazing Spider-Man

This is so girly of me but this is my favourite scene from The Amazing Spider-Man:



I bought $50 boots from Betts. They're cute. You will probably see them in action soon. I feel both raunchy and like Gwen Stacy (see above) when I wear them. And a little rodeo.

J

Flip A Coin

Little Mishelle said it was unsatisfactory that I hadn't blogged in a week. For a number of reasons is this the case: I've been lazy, nothing much has been happening and what has happened has been pretty shit, to be honest.

My dad's sister passed away on Thursday night just a month after finding out she had stage four cancer. As some of you know, my dad has a really huge family (a lot of half brothers and sisters) but never really enjoyed a good childhood or family life. This was one of the few (half) sisters whom he was really close to so this was obviously very sad for him (and it's always sad to see family sad even though I didn't know my aunty extremely well. Nonetheless, she was a very sweet lady). We just drove him to the airport. It'll be the second time he'll have gone back to Malaysia/Singapore in a month; the last time was a couple of weeks ago when he first found out she had cancer.

Some health issues have been bothering me lately (well, in the last day and a half) and I feel like I'm on a downward spiral. This happens to me quite often. I know it'll pass because it always does. Regardless of whether I "get better" or not, I know that I have the mental strength to overcome it. This is all very vague and it's nothing serious but something I have to live with.

As for the good news... My brother just got home from Melbourne today (two trips to the airport today). His team won the national competition/conference they had gone for which means that he gets to compete in the "world cup" in Washington DC later this year. I am extremely jealous. Also, when he returned, he hadn't showered in 1.5 days and shit son, I could smell it.

In other news, things may or may not be happening on the romantic front. It's all very confusing and I'm very confused yet hopeful and anxious at the same time. It's silly though. I've thought things were about to happen in the past and then they didn't transpire so I just try to not get my hopes up (which is also why I haven't mentioned a name here yet) and let the chips fall where they may (a la She's The Man).

J

My Ass

Sometimes, I turn my keyboard upside down and all this shit falls out (a mixutre of predominantly dead skin flakes, crumbs and unidentified objects. I pick my fingers a lot so you can imagine the vast amount of skin that falls out). I'm so disgusted with myself that I have to use a tissue to sweep it into the bin instead of my bare hands.

A muscle in my ass is in pain. When I walk, I feel that tremble in my ass-muscle. It's kind of a nice sensation (I did squatz yesterday).

I kind of wish I could just fast-forward the next 10 or so years. It's not that my life sucks right now. Rather, I want to know what happens in the future and I wish my life was more exciting. Sometimes it feels like everyone else is moving forward except for me.

J

Cure For a Bad Day

Today was not a bad day. Today was a good day. I spent time with friends and ate too many banana chips. Except that I came home with a headache.

However, I thought that I would share my life wisdom with you in case you have had a bad day. Enjoy:

1. Shower. This really works for me for some reason. If I feel clean and refreshed, I feel a lot better. Preferably, change into your pyjamas straight after your shower.

2. Make a cup of hot tea and drink it slowly. Try not to burn yourself. That will probably make your day worse.

3. Watch something funny on TV and laugh really loudly and obnoxiously to yourself. Preferably, be around total strangers when you do this so they can also enjoy your obnoxious laughter.

4. Eat.

5. Go to sleep and forget all about your shitty day in the morning.

Repeat throughout your life. Die happy.

J