Friday, June 03, 2005
word of advice
don't waste your $8.00 on hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy. it is in my opinion, one of the worst ever fucking shows i've ever seen this year. i may not have read the douglas adams book of the same title, but i don't think that book involved such a shallow, ridiculous, no-point-at-all type story with ridiculous one-dimensional characters that are so fucking stupid you want to take a broom and whack out whatever brains they purport to have every time you watch them.
the protagonist is a sad, sorry, ball-less little british sod who honestly should have just died when earth did. talk about a waste of life. the female protagonist was a one-dimensional idealistic impractical shallow excuse of my species looking for love in someone who would 'take her away' in some stupid space ship.
i don't even want to talk about the other caricartures. but i never ever felt so tempted to walk out of the theatre halfway through.
there is no point to the story. there isn't even a story. and the absolute best part of it is... it's NOT even funny. what the fuck.
anyway went to the gym today to fulfil my otot. geargh!!! aching like hell now, if i wasn't already. and it's a damn hot day. oh, but i did some retail therapy. impulse buy, as usual. a pair of sandals with a bright pink strap at this shop called 'tinkerbell'. original price of $22.90, but i got it for 20% off at $18.30. i like it though. considering tt i have fat, flat and damn ugly feet with ugly nails, it's hard for me to buy pretty shoes and sandals. and since i'm not an advocate of surgically-removing my toe just to fit into a pair of jimmy choos or whatever thousand-dollar-fucking-imelda-marcos-type shoe, once i see things tt actually look nice on my feet, i snap them up.
went for a run in the evening. or tried too lah. my dad bought back chinese pancakes for me. but the fucking kitchen tap was leaking, and after helping my dad to fix the leak, my hands won't stop smelling like whatever was in the kitchen sink; i.e. fish and rotting food. now i feel so grossed out and i've totally lost my appetite, so i can't eat ANYWAY. my mom has this paranoia about wasting food, so we always end up overeating coz she would rather we get indigestion than throw the food away (which is fucking ridiculous if you think about it), so as a result i also feel like throwing up. yuckz.
puts me in a damn bad mood. plus my dad has some presentation to do on monday, but he wants me to prepare his notes for him. i feel like lee kuan yew's speech writer, except tt unlike tt said person i'm not getting paid anything.
btw. i was mistaken. the hotel we're staying in penang is the BAYVIEW BEACH RESORT, not the city bayview. it IS a beachfront hotel with apparently, a damn nice swimming pool, pool bar, beach bar, gymnasium, and includes water sports facilities like jet skiing, banana boat rental, and para sailing. 30 min on a jet ski is approx RM 50.
also. for everyone who was hoping against hope, melissa pei has informed me that we shall all be bringing our running shoes to penang.
so much for the hope. sigh.
P.S. please. get a backbone. call me a heartless bitch, but i have no sympathy for people who wallow in self-pity. i have no time for self-pity, and as much as it sometimes threatens to overwhelm me, i think strength of character comes in realising tt self-pity and depression does nothing for you, your life or your spirit, and damn well does not lead to an improvement in your future. it demands attention from the people around you, which may in small doses be beneficial to your ego, but in larger doses will make you a person who is overly-dependent on affirmation, and sooner or later those same people are going to tire of being your aunts and uncles agony.
P.P.S. i realise the highlight of my day was a series SMSes. i don't know if tt makes me a very sad person (in more than 1 sense) or not. sigh.
P.P.P.S. even though i see my girls 4 times a week, on non-training days i feel lost without them. this does not seem like a very good sign. it appears i am getting emotionally attached to my girls in a big big way. i can imagine a major cold turkey period once race is over. oh well.
P.P.P.P.S. i think someone likes me. but like i said, i'm just too heartless for my own good.
now playing: hotel costes - cafe de flor
the protagonist is a sad, sorry, ball-less little british sod who honestly should have just died when earth did. talk about a waste of life. the female protagonist was a one-dimensional idealistic impractical shallow excuse of my species looking for love in someone who would 'take her away' in some stupid space ship.
i don't even want to talk about the other caricartures. but i never ever felt so tempted to walk out of the theatre halfway through.
there is no point to the story. there isn't even a story. and the absolute best part of it is... it's NOT even funny. what the fuck.
anyway went to the gym today to fulfil my otot. geargh!!! aching like hell now, if i wasn't already. and it's a damn hot day. oh, but i did some retail therapy. impulse buy, as usual. a pair of sandals with a bright pink strap at this shop called 'tinkerbell'. original price of $22.90, but i got it for 20% off at $18.30. i like it though. considering tt i have fat, flat and damn ugly feet with ugly nails, it's hard for me to buy pretty shoes and sandals. and since i'm not an advocate of surgically-removing my toe just to fit into a pair of jimmy choos or whatever thousand-dollar-fucking-imelda-marcos-type shoe, once i see things tt actually look nice on my feet, i snap them up.
went for a run in the evening. or tried too lah. my dad bought back chinese pancakes for me. but the fucking kitchen tap was leaking, and after helping my dad to fix the leak, my hands won't stop smelling like whatever was in the kitchen sink; i.e. fish and rotting food. now i feel so grossed out and i've totally lost my appetite, so i can't eat ANYWAY. my mom has this paranoia about wasting food, so we always end up overeating coz she would rather we get indigestion than throw the food away (which is fucking ridiculous if you think about it), so as a result i also feel like throwing up. yuckz.
puts me in a damn bad mood. plus my dad has some presentation to do on monday, but he wants me to prepare his notes for him. i feel like lee kuan yew's speech writer, except tt unlike tt said person i'm not getting paid anything.
btw. i was mistaken. the hotel we're staying in penang is the BAYVIEW BEACH RESORT, not the city bayview. it IS a beachfront hotel with apparently, a damn nice swimming pool, pool bar, beach bar, gymnasium, and includes water sports facilities like jet skiing, banana boat rental, and para sailing. 30 min on a jet ski is approx RM 50.
also. for everyone who was hoping against hope, melissa pei has informed me that we shall all be bringing our running shoes to penang.
so much for the hope. sigh.
P.S. please. get a backbone. call me a heartless bitch, but i have no sympathy for people who wallow in self-pity. i have no time for self-pity, and as much as it sometimes threatens to overwhelm me, i think strength of character comes in realising tt self-pity and depression does nothing for you, your life or your spirit, and damn well does not lead to an improvement in your future. it demands attention from the people around you, which may in small doses be beneficial to your ego, but in larger doses will make you a person who is overly-dependent on affirmation, and sooner or later those same people are going to tire of being your aunts and uncles agony.
P.P.S. i realise the highlight of my day was a series SMSes. i don't know if tt makes me a very sad person (in more than 1 sense) or not. sigh.
P.P.P.S. even though i see my girls 4 times a week, on non-training days i feel lost without them. this does not seem like a very good sign. it appears i am getting emotionally attached to my girls in a big big way. i can imagine a major cold turkey period once race is over. oh well.
P.P.P.P.S. i think someone likes me. but like i said, i'm just too heartless for my own good.
# posted by Kitana @ 6/03/2005 08:59:00 PM 
