Thursday, October 4, 2007

the 'f' is soft in phlegm

it is so bad that i can hardly squint through my eyeballs. it's invisible but my face is swollen with glands nobody knew existed. i feel like a steve martin character in one of his novels. my favourite line :
"this is my husband. he's benign."

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

always start your day by thinking of a positive

also known as
self-help theory no.1
'recall a happy end to the last week in anticipation of the next week beginning'
spent saturday driving up and down sydney. ate fish and chips. and seafood basket. and ice cream. cooked dinner. watched videos. brilliant.
spent sunday doing laundry, shopping at old work. ate sushi train with B and his dad. went shirt hunting at David Jones sale. where B agreed to buy a pale pink Hardy Amies shirt with absolutely NO SIGN of RESISTANCE despite the fact it was any shade of pink. (this alone made my day)
washed the cars. went to the gym. i cooked carbonara and drank most of the white wine. also brilliant.
public holiday (question: if it is a Labour Day holiday, why is no one doing any labour?) ate late breakfast. people commented on B's shirt ("i scored last night" - i was judged). went to the gym. went to Balmoral beach. B tanned. I became less pale. dinner at the pub (beer and $7 steak). beer at B's uncles.
beer and steak = brilliant

long winded wednesdays

i think tian is feeling better. (am constantly checking her blog)
by better i mean less worser.
by worser i mean more than worse.
by worse i mean more than bad.
which is less than good.

i miss singapore.
and the separate classes for each area of english.
grammar. spelling. comprehension. composition.
those idiot exercises in my grammar books one had to fill out.
dutifully and tediously.
and ripping out the answer section and giving them to the teacher.
who asked me how to spell certain words.
which made me worry.
the person controlling our intake of the english language was asking her student how to spell it.
surely something had gone wrong.

lucky my dyslexia didn't kick in until i came to sydney.

Tian texted me about an earthquake. i had no idea. i need new clothes for work. i wish she was here. along with a Zara on every corner.

instead i have a sore throat to distract me (irritating), chronic nausea to keep me busy (uncomfortable) and lunch with B (pleasant) and evening classes (long winded) to get dressed for.