Die another day.
Yesterday was a mix of all sorts.
I was happy because I felt that I was better prepared for the midterms than my last exams. I thank Duffy for not dying on me while I was up making short notes and being depressed over the eating disorder chapter. Duffy is my radio =p
I was a little annoyed because this jackass kicked my knee and didn't even bother to say sorry. "Ouch, that didn't hurt!". Yeah, to him it was no big deal. But hey, I have a bruised knee since 2006, why should I complain yeah?
I was feeling a little pain when I went for my massage yesterday. The foot massage was fine. Then came the body massage. We get to choose between 2 treatments. One is the cupping treatment (bekam/ba guan), the other is the gua sha treatment (it's like they take this comb and scratch your back).
We opted for the former, since we did the latter already. And now I have nice little cupping marks not only on my back, but on my ass. Bloody nice round marks.
The next time we go, I think I'd rather have my back scratched. And a masseur who speaks English.
And oh my God, Eduardo's injury made me cry. You could see the bone sticking out his socks!
*shudders*
Hope he recovers soon. I am not an Arsenal fan, but I am human okay.
Yay Nando for scoring a hattrick, but I'm going get a pair of scissors and snip his hair off while he's asleep.
Duffy and William Gallas, come home...
Oh yeah, England beat France! I watched the second half only. Yes, I still can't wake up that early. But yes, eye-candy at 4 am and a convincing win compared to the last few matches = happy me. Not 5 out of 5, but still. FTW = the awesome.
Now I am confused. See, I want to transfer to the UK. The father says okay, but provided I've got someone else going with me. The mother is a bit avoidant of this topic and tells me to WAIT. I have been waiting for a new PC and it's still coming, by the way.
I mean, which is worse, going now with friends OR going alone during the Masters?
And the worst thing is that if I do get to go, I will be off in September. The wedding's in August.
"I can't be planning for his wedding then for you right?"
I knew this was coming.
Aiyoh. Help me-lah. Go persuade my mother to send me away.
If I stay here, I will be depressed for so many reasons I don't want to be. If I leave, it won't be so bad. A weight would be lifted off my shoulders.
Bah. Life. Always works wonders with you, si?
I was happy because I felt that I was better prepared for the midterms than my last exams. I thank Duffy for not dying on me while I was up making short notes and being depressed over the eating disorder chapter. Duffy is my radio =p
I was a little annoyed because this jackass kicked my knee and didn't even bother to say sorry. "Ouch, that didn't hurt!". Yeah, to him it was no big deal. But hey, I have a bruised knee since 2006, why should I complain yeah?
I was feeling a little pain when I went for my massage yesterday. The foot massage was fine. Then came the body massage. We get to choose between 2 treatments. One is the cupping treatment (bekam/ba guan), the other is the gua sha treatment (it's like they take this comb and scratch your back).
We opted for the former, since we did the latter already. And now I have nice little cupping marks not only on my back, but on my ass. Bloody nice round marks.
The next time we go, I think I'd rather have my back scratched. And a masseur who speaks English.
And oh my God, Eduardo's injury made me cry. You could see the bone sticking out his socks!
*shudders*
Hope he recovers soon. I am not an Arsenal fan, but I am human okay.
Yay Nando for scoring a hattrick, but I'm going get a pair of scissors and snip his hair off while he's asleep.
Duffy and William Gallas, come home...
Oh yeah, England beat France! I watched the second half only. Yes, I still can't wake up that early. But yes, eye-candy at 4 am and a convincing win compared to the last few matches = happy me. Not 5 out of 5, but still. FTW = the awesome.
Now I am confused. See, I want to transfer to the UK. The father says okay, but provided I've got someone else going with me. The mother is a bit avoidant of this topic and tells me to WAIT. I have been waiting for a new PC and it's still coming, by the way.
I mean, which is worse, going now with friends OR going alone during the Masters?
And the worst thing is that if I do get to go, I will be off in September. The wedding's in August.
"I can't be planning for his wedding then for you right?"
I knew this was coming.
Aiyoh. Help me-lah. Go persuade my mother to send me away.
If I stay here, I will be depressed for so many reasons I don't want to be. If I leave, it won't be so bad. A weight would be lifted off my shoulders.
Bah. Life. Always works wonders with you, si?
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