Wednesday, October 20, 2004

lesson #36: groans & gigolos

Muscle ache all over. I was woken up early in the morning because my left leg was cramping like mad. Couldn't even straighten it out, it hurt so bad! I flipped over to the side and spooned myself and went to sleep again. The second time I woke up it was all right, although still sore.


I guess the soreness is partly due to Monday's dance lesson (that backward-forward skip and a kick thing is so tiring!) and partly due to yesterday's walking session. I walked long distances back and forth, not with the intention of exercise but because I wanted to buy snacks from Cold Storage. As a result my tummy hurts 'cos of the snacks (sit-ups later) and I can't even put on clothes without flinching. I was actually quite tempted to walk around the house wrapped only in my towel for most of the day, since I don't really need to get dressed until Comms class later at 3.30 pm. But in the end I didn't do it because mum won't find it too amusing.


I was listening to Avril Lavigne's My Happy Ending last night, and again I found myself relating very well to these few lyrics:


You've got your dumb friends
I know what they say
They tell you I'm difficult
But so are they


But they don't know me
Do they even know you?
All the things you hide from me
All the shit that you do


It's all in the past now, but I can't help being reminded of The Gigolos. Maybe it's because I know N is going to Mambo with them tonight. I disliked The Gigolos because they told N that I was a bitch. They showed me and my friend disrespect, so how do you think I'd react? How are you supposed to react when two guys you don't even know start saying that they want to "beat" your friend "up", albeit "jokingly"? Are you supposed to slap their backs and laugh derisively along with them?


Well, if I were to get to know them better, maybe I'll discover that they're actually nice people really. But I find it difficult to see past their tight shirts. How open can the heart be when it's squeezed inside a tight polyester bling-bling shirt?


N is probably going to read this and get all upset and angry and unibrow-ed. (Side note: N has super thick eyebrows which will 'unite' everytime he gets nervous or angry. So you can always tell when he's lying because the brows will give him away.) Anyway, I don't care. He's insulted my friends plenty, so it's about time that that cold dish is served.