...in Tokyo!
I must be dreaming. Since when does it snow in Tokyo? And it's not just snowing pathetic, almost-non-existent flakes, it's snowing big, fat, fluffy flakes! I take a little peek outside the window, and I rub my eyes and pinch my cheeks to make sure it's not just a figment of my imagination. It's not. This snow is for real! It just sucks that it had to snow now, during the month of twitterpation, instead of the month when Mr. Santa was suppose to come flying across the snow yelling, "Ho-ho!" I guess it doesn't really matter because I wasn't good enough for presents from Santa this year anyway.
But gosh, it's freezing! Just look at my poor, ugly, deformed toes! They're all frost-bitten, and pussed up out of proportion, and yucky tones of purple and grey. I really feel sorry for all those who have had glimpses of them, because I wouldn't be surprised if that was the cause of some horrible night-mare. My toes look awful. Not only do I have frost-bites, but I also have yucky scars from bast friction blisters that some stupid sandals caused me. My feet are also horribly calloused, and therefore, not only my toes, but my whole feet or a disgrace to nature. Sometimes I really feel like chopping my feet off. Definitely the most ugly part of my body.
Sigh... I need some strong booze to ease the depression that I feel right now. The ugliness of my toes...



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It's snowing... |
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Ouch! |
"Look, look, LOOK!!" One of my younger sisters came barging into my room and thrust her little pinkie finger in my face with great triumph. And then I went, "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!" Because her little pinkie finger was all yucky grey! It seems that while she was wrestling one of the brothers, he fell on her pinkie the wrong way and twisted it. Ouch. Well, she seemed rather pleased with her "battle wounds", so I assume it minuses from the pain. Here's a picture for the curious.
Oh, and just the other day, my younger brother decided to surprise me by showing me his cancer sour. Now, if this particular canker sour was like any other canker sour, then my reaction would probably be a simple, "ew", but since his canker sour happened to bulge out of his lip like a gigantic boil the size of my fingernail, I had reason enough to scream, and scream I did! Sadly, I don't have a pic of that one. I was a bit too horrified for picture taking, but if he ever develops another one like that, I'll be sure to bite my lower lip and snap one for you all. Believe me, you'll scream too.
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Uhuh. |
I'll be visiting a friends place for around 2 weeks, so that means no blogging for a while. (Not that I blog too often these days.) I'll work on that once I'm back, but for now, it's bye bye bye. (Oh, gawd.)
Oh, and I just wanted to let you know that I've got frost bites all over my poor toes. It hurts pretty bad and my toes look rather deformed. I was planning on taking a picture and posting it here, but after taking my socks off and having another good look, I changed my mind. Far too embarssing. But who needs a pic from me when you have the internet?
Oh, and Christopher,...I'm not so sure if you read my recent-older posts or not, but if you wanna contact me, it's all about skype! My Yahoo is kinda messed up at the moment. I'll probably be on skype over at my friend's place. I'd love to chat! ;)
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Well, heck! |
Ouch!
Like I said, I don't feel so good right now. You'll get the idea if you read the post below this one, but in a nut-shell, I feel miserably sick. But who's to say that I'll feel any better tomorrow, or the next day, or the next? I could just get sicker and sicker, and might even end up in a coffin for all I know! And that's exactly why instead of going to sleep and getting the rest I need, I'm looking at the "bigger picture" and have decided to fight the drowsiness and the feeling of pain in my temples, and pry my eyes open to type this post out for y'all! You'd better, BETTER appreciate the effort!
But then again, what is there to write about? The only thing that comes to mind is how bad my head hurts and how stupid I am for staying up to write this post. And I have a weird feeling that this post will be unnecessarily looooong, with pointless chatter. Well, stick with me anyway.
Last Year's Christmas and Yew Years
Okay, so since I couldn't sleep much last night, I started thinking about how I spent last year's Christmas and New Years. Well, on the 25th, I was out working my arse off for 10 hours!! I remember thinking how insanely low that was....working and working and doting on undeserving and cranky customers and cleaning up after their mess, when I could have been relaxing with my family and friends, drinking, and watching fun Christmasy movies. What was I thinking?? Hmm....I probably wasn't thinking at all.
And guess what I did for New Years? If you guessed, 'working for 10 hours and serving cranky customers', you're absolutely right. Y and I had a tough New Year's Eve, (Yeah, no hot guy to sit next to during the countdown...we didn't even do the countdown!!) so when New Year's rolled around, we kinda clicked. We laughed, cried, wept, and made complete fools of ourselves while waiting for the train to arrive that would bring us home from a long, dizzy day.
Both last year's Christmas and New Year's was pathetic. And I'm determined to have a good one this year! Wish me luck, guys and gals!
Yum, Yum, Sandwich!
Okay, and so the other day, I really felt like eating a sandwich. I know I really shouldn't go by my feelings all the time and eat whatever I feel like eating, but it was an exception. And besides, we only use whole wheat bread, and so that already makes the sandwich crazy-healthy! So, I went to the kitchen, made myself a sandwich, and ate that sandwich! I even made one for Y! It was delightful. Check out the pic, all!
Bushy Eyebrows!
I freak out when my eyebrows start going a bit bushy. It's horrifying! But it's a relief to know that the solution is a simple one. PLUCK!I Like Reading.
It's a bit nerdy. But who cares? I sure don't, especially when the book I'm reading is a masterpiece called, "The Count of Monte Cristo". Loved the book, and loved the movie! In the pic below, I'm reading the Japanese translation for the book, but it's still awesome! I generally prefer my books in English, but if I always read English literature, I'll start forgetting my Kanji's and that's a big NO!
Aaaand, my eye balls are hurting so bad that I'm afraid they'll pop out! In order to prevent this, I'll go to sleep. Love to all, and Merry Christmas!!
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I don't feel so well... |
...and that's why I can't blog so often. My head hurts, and my throat feels like it's burning. Today was unusual cold, and I felt rather dizzy as I spent the afternoon baking for some guests that want to celebrate Christmas with my family. Are they crazy? Am I crazy?! Both is true, I'm afraid. I am crazy becaused I agreed to bake for the party, and they are crazy to want to celebrate the Holiday with us.
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3:35am |
So, all. What are you usually doing at 3:35am? Sleeping, should be the right answer. NOT outside taking a stroll in the park or down that dark ally (esp if you're a girl) , or eating junk food, or having wild sex, or taking the night shift and CERTAINLY NOT listening to music while typing out a blog post, which is what I'm doing right now. I mean seriously, the only people that ought to be awake are the cops and robbers. The robbers, because they rob best when it's dark, and cops, so that they can catch the robbers. (Oh, and don't forget our dear fire fighters!) People like me ought to be sleeping soundly and dreaming at this late hour. Or would 'early hour' be more correct? Probably. My eye lids are heavy, and my shoulders, and back are all cramped up, and my ass hurts for sitting in the same position, in the same chair for so long, and my mind is not working as fast as I want it to, and most of all, I'm dead tired! So what am I doing out of bed? Well, obviously, I'm writing this blog post! Duh! And I'm afraid this isn't making much sence, which is understandable, because, well golly, look at the time! Har har! I am sooooo calling it a night. Yup.
But before that, take a look at this groovy picture of my bleeding hand! What's the first thing you'll do when you see blood oozing from a cut on your finger? Will you stick it in your mouth and make a "ouch" facial expression? Will you go yelling at the top of your voice, "Mommy, I have an ouchy!" Will you calmly walk to the sink and wash the blood off and find a bandaid like a civil person? Or will your first reaction to a cut be, "Hey, where's Mom's camera?" (my reaction, btw) I doubt your reaction will be the last. And just in case it is, then keep it to yourself, 'cuz I like feeling original. Peace out, all. I'm off to bed.