Hey G,
It's Friday today, and as usual earth is producing an overpowering scent of ecstasy that's intoxicating even the most innocent of souls. Except mine.
I never look forward to Fridays. In fact, I hate them. Not exactly with passion, but hate is hate.
This day that everyone seems to get so excited over is my busiest day at work. My boss makes it his mission to put a frown on my forehead by giving me an ocean to do. Sometimes I feel like he wants to drive me into committing suicide just for the fun of it. For example, today I left home at 5am, minus breakfast. Really, who goes to go work at that hour? I only had my lunch at 2pm. Imagine? Right now I'm in the office loo faking a running tummy. I'm sick of this place! I need to go home and see my boys. Haven't seen them since 9pm last night. Now its almost 6pm. If I were to conk out in this toilet, this minute, of tiredness and anger, the last memory my kids would have of their mum is her sloshed and asleep on the couch. Not impressive, is it? I saw my husband though. As usual he was awake watching me get ready from the comfort of the blanket and thanking the stars that it wasn't him suffering. And just like every other Friday, he asked again why I spend so much time getting ready...and like always I threw a towel at him.
My other reason for not liking Friday has a lot to do with other human beings - their routined excitement - the "TGIF" phrase...oh yes, especially the phrase! People have abused it to it's grave, and even now that it's dead, they're still abusing it. I'm sick of it!
Today's fact:
There is never a perfect ending. In other words, every ending is an anticlimax!
Friday, January 14, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
A fact I learnt yesterday:
- Men never refuse sex! Ever. Even on their death bed, they'd trade in their last breath for a lousy romp. #pathetic
*I've only found out that Serena Williams is not going to defend her championship at Melbourne next week. I'm so fuming mad at her! Just yesterday she was at a karaoke having a jolly jive, now she says her foot is still not yet perfect to play tennis. She's full of fibs, the little Miss Williams. The tabloids think she's been under a knife... I also thought she looked really weird when she came to cheer for Venus at the US open last year. Seriously, earth isn't at all ready for another Wacko Jacko!
But hey, Serena can lazy around, whatever kind of shenanigans she's up to, I don't think I give a damn any more.
I'll still go into a two week sleep deprivation and ardently watch V, Kim, MaSha, and Justine battle it out:)
I'll still have a hell of a great time even without her!
- Men never refuse sex! Ever. Even on their death bed, they'd trade in their last breath for a lousy romp. #pathetic
*I've only found out that Serena Williams is not going to defend her championship at Melbourne next week. I'm so fuming mad at her! Just yesterday she was at a karaoke having a jolly jive, now she says her foot is still not yet perfect to play tennis. She's full of fibs, the little Miss Williams. The tabloids think she's been under a knife... I also thought she looked really weird when she came to cheer for Venus at the US open last year. Seriously, earth isn't at all ready for another Wacko Jacko!
But hey, Serena can lazy around, whatever kind of shenanigans she's up to, I don't think I give a damn any more.
I'll still go into a two week sleep deprivation and ardently watch V, Kim, MaSha, and Justine battle it out:)
I'll still have a hell of a great time even without her!
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Anfield's sinking Ship.
King Kenny, Liverpool FC's newest, most revered manager, the one every one believes is going to change the ill fate at Anfield today failed his first test.
That must hurt...
I wouldn't swap places with him for the universe!
That must hurt...
I wouldn't swap places with him for the universe!
Monday, January 10, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Untitled.
Really G, some creatures have no business putting a tune together!
Hubby is in the kitchen singing a wayward, off-key version of Aretha Franklin's "Say a little prayer". Not only is the singing criminal, but also an insult of apocalyptic nature to my eardrums. Arrgggh!
Ok, lets forget about hubby's attempt to commit a musical homicide, let me enlighten you about this friend of mine thats been missing in my life for like forever. Ethel Mumba, her name. After seven solid years of endless, extensive search for her, my primary school partner in destructive behavior, I finally found her. Ok, she found me. Lord am I so glad!
Ethel and myself come a very long way. We used to be naughty together. Back in the hood. A lethal pair, we were. Our last communication was seven years ago. Then the long, defeaning silence... But thank heaven for Google. Ethel and I found each other again.
I'm a smiling bunny! If only that man I married would stop singing...aaargggh!
Tell me G, don't you find it unpleasant when people who are fully literate spell your name wrongly? Well, I do. Apart from the entities that print my bills and summons and a few human beings, everyone else I know spells this palindrome name I had no consent in being given askew. They omit the "h" at the end, and I'm afraid that makes the name look naked. It's like stripping it off...
Hannah, that's the correct spelling:)
Damn, hubby's still singing. My ear drums are now losing patience:(
Talking about music, I'm reading Nick Hornby's High Fidelity and not pleased at all to admit that us pop and soul music lovers are the unhappiest souls. Even Hornby isn't sure whether it's the sad choice of music we have that makes us unhappy, or if we were just born that way - unhappy...
I don't know, G. But what I do know is, like Hornby points it out, I have been listening to these sad songs longer than I've been living the unhappy life. So it all comes back to the people responsible for my existence here on earth, mum and dad. All this unhappiness is their fault. I think as a foetus I was constantly exposed to the likes of Marvin Gaye, Barry White etc and my emotions were deformed for life.
Just look at my top 5 songs of all time below. Sad indeed!
5. One more try - George Michael.
4. Many Rivers to cross - UB40.
3. Rock me Tonight - Freddie Jackson.
2. Love ain't here anymore - Take That.
1. Sexual Healing - Marvin Gaye.
So now you know why I am profoundly, and irreversibly messed up emotionally!
Thanks a lot mum and dad! Actually, there is no need to be formal here, I'll use your names. I'm entitled to be disrespectful after all the damage you did to my soul. So yeah, Susan and Houston, thank you!
I hear Chelsea won 7-0 against Ipswch today. Well, I still haven't forgiven it for the humiliation at the premier. But this win at least thaws me a bit.
Have you ever thought of what happened to the child star Tevin Campbell?
Hubby is strangling his "can we talk" as I'm typing this...
I give up!
Hubby is in the kitchen singing a wayward, off-key version of Aretha Franklin's "Say a little prayer". Not only is the singing criminal, but also an insult of apocalyptic nature to my eardrums. Arrgggh!
Ok, lets forget about hubby's attempt to commit a musical homicide, let me enlighten you about this friend of mine thats been missing in my life for like forever. Ethel Mumba, her name. After seven solid years of endless, extensive search for her, my primary school partner in destructive behavior, I finally found her. Ok, she found me. Lord am I so glad!
Ethel and myself come a very long way. We used to be naughty together. Back in the hood. A lethal pair, we were. Our last communication was seven years ago. Then the long, defeaning silence... But thank heaven for Google. Ethel and I found each other again.
I'm a smiling bunny! If only that man I married would stop singing...aaargggh!
Tell me G, don't you find it unpleasant when people who are fully literate spell your name wrongly? Well, I do. Apart from the entities that print my bills and summons and a few human beings, everyone else I know spells this palindrome name I had no consent in being given askew. They omit the "h" at the end, and I'm afraid that makes the name look naked. It's like stripping it off...
Hannah, that's the correct spelling:)
Damn, hubby's still singing. My ear drums are now losing patience:(
Talking about music, I'm reading Nick Hornby's High Fidelity and not pleased at all to admit that us pop and soul music lovers are the unhappiest souls. Even Hornby isn't sure whether it's the sad choice of music we have that makes us unhappy, or if we were just born that way - unhappy...
I don't know, G. But what I do know is, like Hornby points it out, I have been listening to these sad songs longer than I've been living the unhappy life. So it all comes back to the people responsible for my existence here on earth, mum and dad. All this unhappiness is their fault. I think as a foetus I was constantly exposed to the likes of Marvin Gaye, Barry White etc and my emotions were deformed for life.
Just look at my top 5 songs of all time below. Sad indeed!
5. One more try - George Michael.
4. Many Rivers to cross - UB40.
3. Rock me Tonight - Freddie Jackson.
2. Love ain't here anymore - Take That.
1. Sexual Healing - Marvin Gaye.
So now you know why I am profoundly, and irreversibly messed up emotionally!
Thanks a lot mum and dad! Actually, there is no need to be formal here, I'll use your names. I'm entitled to be disrespectful after all the damage you did to my soul. So yeah, Susan and Houston, thank you!
I hear Chelsea won 7-0 against Ipswch today. Well, I still haven't forgiven it for the humiliation at the premier. But this win at least thaws me a bit.
Have you ever thought of what happened to the child star Tevin Campbell?
Hubby is strangling his "can we talk" as I'm typing this...
I give up!
Friday, January 7, 2011
The Big Green Eyed Beast.
Jealousy.
Also known as the Green eyed Monster.
The most destructive of all emotions.
It gnaws at your soul.
Eats you up the way merciless termites would the weakest wood.
Jealousy.
The source of all misery.
It strikes the low self-esteemed, the insecure creatures.
Preventing them from being truly happy.
*I'm glad all I have to deal with in this life is my mental illness, and not the beast with green eyes*
REALLY, SOME INSECURITIES DEFY RATIONAL UNDERSTANDING!
Also known as the Green eyed Monster.
The most destructive of all emotions.
It gnaws at your soul.
Eats you up the way merciless termites would the weakest wood.
Jealousy.
The source of all misery.
It strikes the low self-esteemed, the insecure creatures.
Preventing them from being truly happy.
*I'm glad all I have to deal with in this life is my mental illness, and not the beast with green eyes*
REALLY, SOME INSECURITIES DEFY RATIONAL UNDERSTANDING!
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
2011.
The first day back to reality after the festives is always abnormally dry. But today felt the driest of all the years. Drier than the first day I went back to school after my parents' funerals...It's the ugliest, emptiest, loneliest feeling!
Well, I'm experiencing what the world calls festive withdrawal symptoms. I must have had an overdose of fun over the past fourteen day. Oh yes, I did. For once I let go of my dignity and morals and just enjoyed. And it felt so damned good!
So yeah, brand new year, old same self. What a combination!
I've never been the one to waste time on new year's resolution. I believe improvements in life should be made everyday. For those obsessed with change, that is. So far my own life hasn't any from for improvement. I'm quite happy where I am. And satisfied with the little I have.
Melbourne begins on the 17th of this month. I'm getting an adrenalin rush already thinking of those little green balls and rackets. It's going to be so exciting seeing Serena Williams back on that hard court after what feels like forever. Hope Miss Henin is in good form to give the invincible younger Williams a marathon for her crown.
The only thing I have to worry about now is figuring out how I'm going to balance work, books, marriage, kids, laundry, twitter and tennis without cracking...
Happy New Year!!!!
Well, I'm experiencing what the world calls festive withdrawal symptoms. I must have had an overdose of fun over the past fourteen day. Oh yes, I did. For once I let go of my dignity and morals and just enjoyed. And it felt so damned good!
So yeah, brand new year, old same self. What a combination!
I've never been the one to waste time on new year's resolution. I believe improvements in life should be made everyday. For those obsessed with change, that is. So far my own life hasn't any from for improvement. I'm quite happy where I am. And satisfied with the little I have.
Melbourne begins on the 17th of this month. I'm getting an adrenalin rush already thinking of those little green balls and rackets. It's going to be so exciting seeing Serena Williams back on that hard court after what feels like forever. Hope Miss Henin is in good form to give the invincible younger Williams a marathon for her crown.
The only thing I have to worry about now is figuring out how I'm going to balance work, books, marriage, kids, laundry, twitter and tennis without cracking...
Happy New Year!!!!
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