Uh huh. So yours truly turned another year older yesterday.
What was it like?
I can't complain.
I mean, I was locked in my bedroom by my own flesh and blood, I cut my self twice in a span of 10 minutes, I got balloons that came free from McDonald's, I had a cute Lebanese male hairdresser jump out of a box and sing "Happy Birthday" like Donald Duck would (Koko is amazing) and I had chocolate cake stuffed up my nose.
Ooh ooh and I got new Adidas shoes.
And mirrors.
And lights for the mirrors.
And candles. Many, many candles :D
Also, a yellow pacifier with red giraffes.
And an apple Chupa Chups lollypop in a Scooby Doo head.
Life is good, no?
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Monday, January 15, 2007
Laughter
At one point last night, while watching "Night At The Museum" La Sorella and I had to pause the movie because we were laughing so hard, my throat and stomach started to ache and she kept gasping "I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"
A grown man, foaming at the mouth and a Capuchin Monkey slapping each other silly - in turns - is a hard to thing to beat.
You had to be there :/
It kinda brought back memories of lying on our stomachs in front of the TV, watching Disney's "Arabian Nights" on KTV 2 when we were kids.
A grown man, foaming at the mouth and a Capuchin Monkey slapping each other silly - in turns - is a hard to thing to beat.
You had to be there :/
It kinda brought back memories of lying on our stomachs in front of the TV, watching Disney's "Arabian Nights" on KTV 2 when we were kids.
Monday, January 08, 2007
Unworthy
We were wandering around aimlessly in IKEA the other day. Well, THEY were wandering around aimlessly. I made a beeline to the scented candle section whence I was dragged away, kicking and screaming, by my evil captors (read Boss Man and Friend Man). It's just as well. My mother would've disowned if I took home another candle. OCD *chuckle*
In an ingenious ploy to distract me from Lavender and Apple-Cinnamon joy, they offered to discuss my (LONG OVERDUE) birthday gift over a cup of coffee at the restaurant there.
We seated ourselves at the far end of the restaurant, where all other smokers were exiled, on the outskirts of civilization. As we settled, from the corner of my eye, I noticed another lady preparing to occupy a nearby table. She was in her early forties perhaps, comfortably dressed in an all white track suit with matching loafers and raven black hair tied up in a high pony tail, accentuating the sharp lines on her salon-perfect face.
I looked away and fumbled in my bag for my cigarettes. As I lit up, I happened to catch the lady's gaze. She smiled at me and raised her cigarette slightly, the way one would raise a glass of beer at an old friend across a crowded pub. I smiled back. I have always maintained that, even though they will eventually kill us, cigarettes are one of life's best ways of connecting people. I digress.
She had hardly been sitting there 5 minutes when a large man with a ponytail and an overflowing tray of food started hovering close by, looking for a place to sit. Being the nice person she was, she offered him her table and chair, gesturing that she didn't need a table that size and would go sit by the window where there were smaller tables that seated just one person.
He should've just said "Thank you", sat down and stuffed his face till he dropped dead from heartburn. But did he? NOOOOOOO. The disgusting lard bucket, with his shirt so tight his belly tried to escape from every gap between every button, hissed "Why don't you sit with me? What's wrong? We'll sit together." His face rotted into a smile that made my stomach churn.
Nice Lady politely declined, 3 times. Finally, she turned her chair towards the window so she wouldn't have to see his sorry excuse for a face and started to talk on the phone. Lurch in the meantime, spent his entire lunchtime staring holes into her bum. He didn't take his eyes off it for a second.
I wanted his fork to "accidentally slip out of his hand" and land in his left eye.
As she passed his table on her way out, he muttered something to her that I didn't quite catch. She caught it though. Without breaking stride, she flashed him a look that probably meant he was going to find a bloody horse head in his bed tomorrow morning, and left.
It's amazing how people can take a random act of kindness and fuck it up completely.
In an ingenious ploy to distract me from Lavender and Apple-Cinnamon joy, they offered to discuss my (LONG OVERDUE) birthday gift over a cup of coffee at the restaurant there.
We seated ourselves at the far end of the restaurant, where all other smokers were exiled, on the outskirts of civilization. As we settled, from the corner of my eye, I noticed another lady preparing to occupy a nearby table. She was in her early forties perhaps, comfortably dressed in an all white track suit with matching loafers and raven black hair tied up in a high pony tail, accentuating the sharp lines on her salon-perfect face.
I looked away and fumbled in my bag for my cigarettes. As I lit up, I happened to catch the lady's gaze. She smiled at me and raised her cigarette slightly, the way one would raise a glass of beer at an old friend across a crowded pub. I smiled back. I have always maintained that, even though they will eventually kill us, cigarettes are one of life's best ways of connecting people. I digress.
She had hardly been sitting there 5 minutes when a large man with a ponytail and an overflowing tray of food started hovering close by, looking for a place to sit. Being the nice person she was, she offered him her table and chair, gesturing that she didn't need a table that size and would go sit by the window where there were smaller tables that seated just one person.
He should've just said "Thank you", sat down and stuffed his face till he dropped dead from heartburn. But did he? NOOOOOOO. The disgusting lard bucket, with his shirt so tight his belly tried to escape from every gap between every button, hissed "Why don't you sit with me? What's wrong? We'll sit together." His face rotted into a smile that made my stomach churn.
Nice Lady politely declined, 3 times. Finally, she turned her chair towards the window so she wouldn't have to see his sorry excuse for a face and started to talk on the phone. Lurch in the meantime, spent his entire lunchtime staring holes into her bum. He didn't take his eyes off it for a second.
I wanted his fork to "accidentally slip out of his hand" and land in his left eye.
As she passed his table on her way out, he muttered something to her that I didn't quite catch. She caught it though. Without breaking stride, she flashed him a look that probably meant he was going to find a bloody horse head in his bed tomorrow morning, and left.
It's amazing how people can take a random act of kindness and fuck it up completely.
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
A Whole New Year!
As the dust settles and the ticker tape is swept away, I take a head count of those left standing after the end of 2006.
It was an ... interesting?... year.
Yes, that's putting it mildly, but I'll save the histrionics for later in the year, when I'm running out of shit to write about.
I learned so much about so much. About people, family and friends. About responsibility, taking charge and making myself heard. About love, loss and healing. And most importantly, about myself.
Dude, I'm cooler than I thought :D
Also, I'm so proud of myself for the way I handled the New Year's.
I remained happily buzzed and did not get fucking wasted.
I danced and sang and laughed.
And then I stopped drinking and re-hydrated with water.
I woke up the next morning feeling perfect. No trace of a hangover.
Generally, I'm not sad or angry or bitter. Really, I'm not. I'm surrounded by friends, most of whom are good people. My work remains as challenging as ever and I have more of a plan than I did last year. I've got quite a bit to look forward to.
SO YAY!
Also, my haircut isn't looking like a World War II helmet welded on my head. It's finally starting to look good.
Again, YAY!
Truth, honesty and reality have always been high on my list of ...uh... principles. And as far as I can tell, I've stuck to my guns.
In time, hopefully, I will learn to stand up for myself more. That is all I want for myself right now. The list of things I want for everyone else around me is endless.
I hope everyone is going to be as happy as they deserve to be. Good luck to us all.
It was an ... interesting?... year.
Yes, that's putting it mildly, but I'll save the histrionics for later in the year, when I'm running out of shit to write about.
I learned so much about so much. About people, family and friends. About responsibility, taking charge and making myself heard. About love, loss and healing. And most importantly, about myself.
Dude, I'm cooler than I thought :D
Also, I'm so proud of myself for the way I handled the New Year's.
I remained happily buzzed and did not get fucking wasted.
I danced and sang and laughed.
And then I stopped drinking and re-hydrated with water.
I woke up the next morning feeling perfect. No trace of a hangover.
Generally, I'm not sad or angry or bitter. Really, I'm not. I'm surrounded by friends, most of whom are good people. My work remains as challenging as ever and I have more of a plan than I did last year. I've got quite a bit to look forward to.
SO YAY!
Also, my haircut isn't looking like a World War II helmet welded on my head. It's finally starting to look good.
Again, YAY!
Truth, honesty and reality have always been high on my list of ...uh... principles. And as far as I can tell, I've stuck to my guns.
In time, hopefully, I will learn to stand up for myself more. That is all I want for myself right now. The list of things I want for everyone else around me is endless.
I hope everyone is going to be as happy as they deserve to be. Good luck to us all.
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