Daria Daria Daria
Sunday 30 May 2010 | 1:05 pm
Ladies and gents, I am now back to my Spanish Phase, but that's not me saying the Football Phase is over. Oh, it's not. It's far from over, I'm afraid, seeing as how the Spanish Phase returns because of the Football Phase, though the egotistical moron that caused it isn't Spanish.
But hey, if you're Latino, you're Latino.
On a serious note: My adjustable bag strap snapped yesterday. I just got out of the cab, walked up the asphalt slope, past the barrier and then snap! I am. Not. Happy. At 8:30 in the morning, still drunk on sleep, annoyed by the hot weather, it was a big WTF moment. Now I'm going to have to buy a new bag and treat it with extra care.
I've learned my lesson.
I've been craving for spicy food this past weeks. I'm talking about the insane kind of spicy, the one that makes you sweat over your plate of food, the one that makes you grab your glass of water every few minutes (or seconds). I find that consuming a non-spicy food doesn't make me a very happy girl. I won't feel hunger-satisfied. I won't feel, I don't know, alive. Spice is flavour. Non-spicy is just boring, diluted and mute. Calm and collected. Weak. But spice! Oh God.
Spice is a fucking Godsend.
I'm hungry.
Those Lean Frames
Saturday 22 May 2010 | 8:52 pm
It wasn't so much of a blast from the past but it did bring back the memories of the game on one Sunday, and I remember watching the whole gang saluting the crowd and
damn. I sort of wish I was actually there. I mean, why the fuck not? You get to meet the whole lot of them. I'm watching it and all I'm thinking, "You lucky bastards!"
No Sleep Tonight
Friday 21 May 2010 | 10:37 pm
Or, at the very least, I hope.
I'm so high on the celebratory mood that I feel giddy. I'm talking about the good kind. Although the bad kind is somewhere in the mix, too. I'm still recovering, you see, and listening to these hard kicks and basses going thump thump thump isn't helping. In fact, it's making the giddiness worse! But do I care? Fuck no.
How many times have I mentioned that I want visit Belgium?
Or the United Kingdom, for the matter?
Neon-ized Me!
Sunday 16 May 2010 | 3:07 am
I may have gone a bit overboard with the new colour combination. You're lucky I vetoed the idea of having a black background or these bright shades will intensify tenfold and stun you temporarily into Colour Shock! mode.
I'm happier this way, thank you very much.
Current hate: Black nail polish. So I'm going to polish the blue one on my fingernails and try not to think of Chelsea while I'm doing so, and yes, I agree that this football phase I'm swept into has got to end fast. I wasn't as obsessed, you see. With football in general, I mean.
I've narrowed my choice of smartphones to two: Xperia X10 and LG GW620. Thanks to Iq for providing me with those video reviews, I'm most likely to get the former by end of this month. Maybe. I don't know. We'll see if Fickle Me will emerge and mess with my head like she always does concerning things such as this.
I don't need no parachute, baby, if I've got you.
Blooming the Electricity
Friday 14 May 2010 | 8:02 pm
CassiusThese daydreams, these daydreams:
Okay
These songs that I previously had on my Samsung have found a place on the iPod. Most of them, at least. I have yet to recover the others. I don't know what I was thinking when I got the iPod; didn't even think about backing up the data on the Samsung and promptly passed it on to my sister and then one day, when I tire of all the familiarised music, I wonder where have all those tunes by English indie bands gone to.
I miss those days, damn it.
Won't Tell Anybody
Monday 10 May 2010 | 10:31 pm
There's so much hate and pain going around.
Why do people cheat?
Weapon of Choice: Why, the Fucking Hipbone, Fellas
Sunday 9 May 2010 | 9:54 pm
I snorted. "Yes, how else do you think I keep my figure?" I am not fat. Sure, I may not be a size zero or whatever the standard is for models these days, but I'm not fat. I have curves, okay? Besides men like curvy women. Who the hell wants to sleep with a woman and get stabbed with her hipbone? What a way to ruin the mood.
True that, if you think about it.
So there's this story on FictionPress that I'm (obsessively) reading and came to that bit above, and my God, I laughed out so loud. I'm talking about the sudden burst of laughter that Dad, who is currently frying some fish in the kitchen (smells sooo good BTW), probably heard and thought that I've gone totally bonkers.
Is Usually Fantastic
Friday 7 May 2010 | 11:17 pm
I'm too tired to think of words to express how I feel except for the viewing joy that I anticipate this Sunday. Channel surfing I will be. All those matches shown at once?
Damn.
You know what's annoying? My brother and Manchester United COMBINED. I can't emphasise any more than that. If it was virtually possible (within reason), I would. Dude is enjoying my frustration and agony. I want to claw his face off and break Berbatov's legs, kick Rooney down there, and tackle Park like he deserves it.
I'll leave Giggs alone. After all, he's the very first footballer I ever saw and remember to this day. So I sort of...respect him? Huh.
Swelling good times.
This Is An...WHAAA?
Sunday 2 May 2010 | 11:38 pm
The weather today was scorching hot, wasn't it? I regretted getting into those jeans, and all I could think about was how happier I would be in a skirt. They clung onto my legs like an annoying second skin that I wish I could just tear off.
I brought the whole family out for lunch at Seoul Garden. Mainly, it was in an advance celebration of my father's, um, 51st(?) birthday (I think he's turning 51 this Wednesday), but of course treating him to an all-you-can-eat buffet translates to treating everyone else in the household. The family cat excluded.
So we all went, got shown to our table and my brother disappeared only to come back with a plateful of beef, then later chicken, and cockles and shrimps and God knows what else was there on our table. I tried the Mushroom Cream Sauce. I don't like it. Much. There were dumplings and tofu, porridge, vegetables, spaghetti...oh, fries! There are just too many, that's all I'm saying.
And Johnson was a man on fire. I like a busy man.
No, I'm not talking about Glen Johnson. Actually, now that I've mentioned it: Man, I cannot believe Gerrard made that mistake! What the fuck just happened, was what I thought. But if you saw the look on his face in the tunnel, you just knew it wasn't going to end well. Not with that stressed, tired and overall just plain unhappy face.
>:(
I just found out my iPod isn't plugged in for charging.
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Oh, Apples!
| 12:26 am
Oh, yes Sir, I can.