didnt do much.

didnt expect to do much anyway.
la dolce far niete.


didn't manage to do much; watched some senseless television shows [you know, those silly brainless-dead-funny-but-still-somewhat-witty-not-pure-slapstick taiwanese variety shows with my cynical-deadpan-annoyed sister. im sure you can imagine the two of us, plopped on the sofa, infront of the telly, two couch potatoes, C1 and C2]
slept a lot [amazingly i even managed to skip breakfast, which, previously, i would have never envisioned plausible, not even in my nightmares, but maybe this IS a nightmare, since the only thing i know is that i exist and all this could be a dream, or i could be imagining im a couch potato while in reality im really a brain in a vat. thats a really long sentence. frmph.] drew/painted some paintings/drawings, talked some nonsense with my mother, etc.

you know, those insignificant things.

and so...

this is completely random, but
im incredibly amused by the mole on my left thigh.
i mean, i know that they say [you know, THEM] that moles can grow etc.
and i do believe because i've had some friends who told me that they grew moles but im 100% certain this mole right on my left thigh didnt exist. i mean, i ve been around for close to 20 years already, but i ve not come to know of its existence until recently. it must have grown, or been in hiding, right? you know, maybe nursing a secret, slowly preparing, until... one day

!!!
mole *excitedly*: im here!
wenlin *stunned* : WHAT !!!!

its so small i almost missed it... or perhaps i ve been missing it for the past 20 years... but its bigger than the one close to my hairline on my forehead eh...




funnily enough, its quite adorable.
like a pet or something; i dunno, maybe im just weird.
i ve always imagined moles to be humongous [cant spell] and like, in conspicuous places and being all hairy and gross, but this mole is just so... docile.
ok, enough of random things.

so today was rather uneventful, with the exception of painting some random things, watching tv [yes, again, the telly is fast becoming my best friend, and bbc.com my favourite site] i went to donate blood. interestingly, its the first time i've actually felt faint after donating. its odd, peculiar even, because its not something uncommon to me... its funny, cause my line of sight like blanked out and became fuzzy for a while... when i reached home i nearly scared the daylights out of my mom because she said i was green in the face.

i wonder why chinese say you are green in the face when in actual fact you're as white as a sheet. its like, pink of health, and white as a sheet i can understand, but whats the matter with 'face green green'? I mean, the sc1101e textbook has a intro paragraph explaining the origins of the phrase 'bluebloods', referring to aristocrats, how their veins look blue because of their pale skin, blah blah, thus the catchphrase, but

whats with 'face green green'?


ok, nevermind that. my mother used to [and still does] relentlessly tell me that i was a stubborn relentless child. pesky, irritating, always asking for answers to absurd questions, like once how i pestered her for one whole year almost, asking her, why isn't mushroom a 'meat'

me: mom, but why isnt mushroom a meat?
mother *helpless* : because it isnt dear
me: but the teacher says its a vegetable, but its fleshy like meat EH!
mother : ....

how would you explain to a 5 year old kid that mushroom belongs to the family of fungi, which is neither veggie nor meat? remember those stupid charts they had in kindergarten with huge pictures of meat and veggie types under different sections categorized according to their type? mushrooms were conveniently put under the 'vegetable' family. not that mushrooms resemble veggies. not even remotely.
its funny how we learn the wrong things first, only to be corrected later on because the wrong thing was easier to understand. same with the stupid electron shell thing we learn in secondary school, then got told [with quite a big shock, rather] that the concept was wrong, to forget it and to learn a new concept [which probably isnt right either but its more suitable for our level of understanding blah blah]



the funny things we do.


jolly smashing bollocks, i've digressed quite a bit, eh?
so the point is, the doc told me i have low blood pressure.
INCREDIBLE. im not even close to being underweight and i have low blood pressure [forgive me but i've always envisioned people with low blood pressure to be frail-looking old men or skinny fragile-looking girls]

=shrug= well, the harm's done. i suppose i should be glad i didnt donate platelets. maybe next time, after my blood pressure goes back to the norm...

i know i should use the holidays to brush up my japanese, but i seem to be lazing around [I AM, not seem to be]. lack of motivation ga, nani mo shimasen.
i love the feeling of being able to nua around and do nothing during the holidays; for me holidays have always been the idea of doing absolutely nothing and enjoying it as time passes by;

at the same time i hate doing nothing because its so unconstructive, time-wasting, blah blah. want to find an internship, earn money from story-telling, art lessons, day job maybe, do rag, practice kendo, practice japanese, read and FINISH la nausea, START on freud's psychoanalysis intro, go out with friends, enjoy myself, sleep more, take care of my skin, get a new haircut blah blah [it gets more superficial near the end, but not in order of decreasing importance]
there are like, a dozen [actually less] people i want to ask out to give them a treat cause i simply owe them too much that cant be repaid in a simple 'thank you'




and im supposed to start a music blog where i will upload songs i like so people who actually bother and want to try listening to them can download them.
frmph.


not day, not day.
tomorrow is a good day to start.
hey,

at least i painted the whole afternoon, okay?