Sunday, 22.03.2009

I wake up with a start. What's the time, Ouh my god. 3pm. You freaking fat pig, you've slept for a full 12 hours after gobbling down seafood last night. Ouh, seafood, the most awesome thing on earth. Rice,stingray,sambal kangkong,yu zha kway,omelette with prawns & a tall cup of lychee drink. Ouh & not forgetting the M18 movie i sneaked into, successfully. I moved a little, feeling the strain on my eyes. Must have been the 3D glasses last night having it's effects on me. I still felt sleepy, my eyes were burning. So i went back to sleep, waking up after a good 45 minutes.
Almost 13 hours you fat thing. Your freaking face will bloat, you're gonna be looking like a balloon. Looking in the mirror, i realised i had slept half naked the night before. I quickly grabbed my towel, wrapped it around me & walked sloppily to the bathroom. It felt like i was walking forever.
After the hot bath, i felt like the most exhausted kid on earth. It felt worst than a hangover. I put on my clothes, my underwear inside out( i knew,but was too lazy to remove & put back again) & saw my belly. I.NEED.TO.JOG.

I set my ass comfortably on the sofa after switching on the tv. I looked at my thighs. Circumference of it was the same as an elephant's foot. GOSH. What happened to the toned,shiny, hot thighs of mine? Have they gave up on me? Have they concluded that i will never go for jogging any soon? I.NEED.TO.JOG.
& then i thought about the things that happened the day before. The usual thing,sitting down & thinking about what i had done the past few hours of my life, whether i spent it wisely, or i had totally wasted it. I thought about the movie, Paul blart:the Mall cop. It was hilarious man,I could still remember amos laughing away like an idiot embarrassing all of us around him. & then the camwhore time i had with Gladys, when the anonymous guy asked whether we had a lighter & when another 3 anonymous guys commented that i was very confident of myself to capture self-shots. I felt angry at them last night, for commenting a stranger they didn't know. But suddenly, i felt a little happy. People actually take it this way too.. Hmm..
Mum came to sit beside me & started blabbering about tamil homework, which distrupted my reminiscing session.

Suddenly,she threw a bomb. "Baby, i feel like having something sweet.." I knew where she was going. Instead of complaining, i immediately said, "Alright, cafe cartel later,no worries. I hate you for doing this to me,by the way." With a smirk,she pulled it off. Why do i hate Sundays? Because she's always bringing me out on a mother-daughter-date, buying me stuff i want, that are rather sinful for a lazy bum like me. I decided last week(or the week before?) that i was gonna eat whatever i want,PROVIDED i did my regular workouts. AKA, was NOT going to eat if i didn't. But with a mother like mine,such plans never work out. So my ass laid there the whole day, food came to me,drinks came to me, remotes came to me, i only had to get up to pee. Evening,when it hit 8pm, mum & i made our ways to cafe cartel & then fairprice. Got the stuff, got back home, cleaned my jungle-like room a little & set my ass on the comfy chair. So here i am now blogging. I feel like a pig. I really need to start doing my workouts. But for now, maybe i should START on my tamil holiday assignment. Gah, i hate tamil. But Mrs sheri gave me an awesome motivation. "You wouldn't have to face Mr Mani ever again, if you score an A for Tamil." Frankly speaking, this is the only reason why i'm working for an A(for mother tongue). So school's in 6 hours. I wish it was the start of the one week holiday tomorrow. Regrets,hmph.