trippin'
everynight i make my way home from work from the 59th st station. the express train is on the lower level and there is no escalator. SO... that means i have to scuttle down the steep steep stairs in my killer heels. many thoughts run through my mind as i grip to the handrail to save my life:
1) the sound of trains arriving at the platform make me extremely anxious because i hate the feeling of the train doors just closing as i get off the last step and i have to wait another 5 cold minutes for the next train.
2) these damn shoes are killing my feet-- didn't i just wear those sneakers??!! (they'd help me get down those stairs faster too)
3)what am i having for dinner tonight?
i have a new ipod shuffle courtesy of the visiting boyfriend. he is determined to make an apple convert out of me, and i don't mind this sort of evangelism. now i just have to learn how to use it.
was squashed by squash this past saturday. the couple of games we played knocked us out for two days after and my butt hurt like it wasn't funny. masochist that i am, i actually like that kind of post workout soreness because, for some warped reason, it makes me feel that my increased consumption is justified until the pain wears away. like as though the aching muscles somehow burn up the additional food i eat. does that make any sense?
to my dismay, this obviously is a jiaen-myth that i am a personal testament of. life sucks.
i got my mum to send over my old ballet shoes along with hang so i am going to shamlessly sign up for advanced beginner ballet to get myself fit and strong. the other day i pointed my feet and it broke into a cramp. i think i need a little tuning.
1) the sound of trains arriving at the platform make me extremely anxious because i hate the feeling of the train doors just closing as i get off the last step and i have to wait another 5 cold minutes for the next train.
2) these damn shoes are killing my feet-- didn't i just wear those sneakers??!! (they'd help me get down those stairs faster too)
3)what am i having for dinner tonight?
i have a new ipod shuffle courtesy of the visiting boyfriend. he is determined to make an apple convert out of me, and i don't mind this sort of evangelism. now i just have to learn how to use it.
was squashed by squash this past saturday. the couple of games we played knocked us out for two days after and my butt hurt like it wasn't funny. masochist that i am, i actually like that kind of post workout soreness because, for some warped reason, it makes me feel that my increased consumption is justified until the pain wears away. like as though the aching muscles somehow burn up the additional food i eat. does that make any sense?
to my dismay, this obviously is a jiaen-myth that i am a personal testament of. life sucks.
i got my mum to send over my old ballet shoes along with hang so i am going to shamlessly sign up for advanced beginner ballet to get myself fit and strong. the other day i pointed my feet and it broke into a cramp. i think i need a little tuning.
posted by jia en at 12:11 AM
1 Comments:
Jia,
When you grab hold of those hand rails, beware! They may be (1)puke (2)bi3 sai4 (3)filth on them! Yeee! And ballet? I picture u tumbling and turning...and in your pink tutu...very cartoon la.
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