Monday, November 13, 2006
This is an entry for the sake of documenting an incredibly random, stupid schoolgirl moment. Nothing profound (although I'm tempted to completely outdo that Histo discussion on religion) and nothing cryptic..just because I don't feel like being too secretive, for once :-)
I dragged myself to the gym today, despite my homework load (bam!), simply because I felt like the retreat had successfully killed II-1's lovely figures. Add to that the fact that my maids pointed at the wrong pyrex of lasagna the other night (there goes my semi-vegan lifestyle achievement *sigh*) and all the usual conversations about our batch's obvious weight and self esteem issues (my favorite part, by the way, was the bit about how friend A wakes up in the middle of dreams about eating a bag of chips in a cold sweat) I swear I don't know how we all got this way; in the cooking half of THE class alone, there're probably three or four people per table with some eating disorder or the other. Hilarious. So anyway, I go into the locker room and hey there's that thing called a weighing scale. Now usually that little thing makes me sorta happy, but today..crap, I couldn't get over it. I cursed Antipolo to the high Heavens with every crunch, lap, breath. Tomorrow, I decided, I'll skip breakfast. Or dinner. And lunch -but wait, I never eat lunch.
God I hate being a girl.
So after an hour of cursing and running and telling myself that dang scale's a piece of shit, it's back into the locker room. I can't help but look at the evil thing and what's this? Turning to one of the assistant maintenance whatever ladies fixing her hair in the mirror, I ask (in that high pitched shaky Tagalog voice) "miss, uhm..yung scale na toh..?" She jerks, slightly and smiles "ay sira po talaga yun, dati pa" I look closer and *mwahaha* the useless evil piece of shit registered about twelve or thirteen pounds without anything or anyone on it.
Uh-huh, take that, Antipolo.
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You wake me right out of the doldrums..and I'm pretty sure you half-know why I haven't half-smiled, in a while. Don't leave me wondering for too long, please. My mind's a deadly wishy washy switchy swatch!
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Oh, oh! And, in case anyone was wondering; yes, I'd probably love anyone who got me the new Starbucks planner FOREVER *bats lashes* hahaha
I dragged myself to the gym today, despite my homework load (bam!), simply because I felt like the retreat had successfully killed II-1's lovely figures. Add to that the fact that my maids pointed at the wrong pyrex of lasagna the other night (there goes my semi-vegan lifestyle achievement *sigh*) and all the usual conversations about our batch's obvious weight and self esteem issues (my favorite part, by the way, was the bit about how friend A wakes up in the middle of dreams about eating a bag of chips in a cold sweat) I swear I don't know how we all got this way; in the cooking half of THE class alone, there're probably three or four people per table with some eating disorder or the other. Hilarious. So anyway, I go into the locker room and hey there's that thing called a weighing scale. Now usually that little thing makes me sorta happy, but today..crap, I couldn't get over it. I cursed Antipolo to the high Heavens with every crunch, lap, breath. Tomorrow, I decided, I'll skip breakfast. Or dinner. And lunch -but wait, I never eat lunch.
God I hate being a girl.
So after an hour of cursing and running and telling myself that dang scale's a piece of shit, it's back into the locker room. I can't help but look at the evil thing and what's this? Turning to one of the assistant maintenance whatever ladies fixing her hair in the mirror, I ask (in that high pitched shaky Tagalog voice) "miss, uhm..yung scale na toh..?" She jerks, slightly and smiles "ay sira po talaga yun, dati pa" I look closer and *mwahaha* the useless evil piece of shit registered about twelve or thirteen pounds without anything or anyone on it.
Uh-huh, take that, Antipolo.
You wake me right out of the doldrums..and I'm pretty sure you half-know why I haven't half-smiled, in a while. Don't leave me wondering for too long, please. My mind's a deadly wishy washy switchy swatch!
Oh, oh! And, in case anyone was wondering; yes, I'd probably love anyone who got me the new Starbucks planner FOREVER *bats lashes* hahaha
