My Poor Handsome Man

Rafael Nadal lost to Mikail Youzhny in the Chennai Open finals. He played really badly BUT BUT BUT only because he had spent 4 hours the previous day battling it out with his best friend, Carlos Moya on the court so he was NOT, I repeat, NOT in top form. Poor thing. I feel like hugging him! :( For more info, go to http://www.vamosbrigade.com/ (My favourite site!) Anyway, he's going to play in the Australian Open starting on the 14th of January so all the best of luck to my man (He's mine. Mine I tell you!) and he better bloody win this time.

As for the past few days:

Saturday - Nothing much happened, I overslept and lazed around the whole day.

Sunday - 12 km in the morning. That would make a grand total of 42 km last week! (Marathon distance). But it's stretched over a week! People finish it in 2 hours 3 minutes. Never mind, I'm getting there. Then went to cut hair with Alyssa! She looks great. She says it's a bit too short but I think it's perfectly nice. My hair is really short now, but it looks more feminine compared to the last time I cut it when everyone was saying that I looked like a cute (as in.. physically attractive) boy. Well, at least that's an added bonus (the feminine-ness, not the cute boy-ness). I had fun with Alyssa even though we only spent such a short time together! Good laughs. Stupid hairdressers kept trying to hit on us. It was rather amusing actually. I was getting quite entertained.

Then, today.. Well, it's only 8.08 a.m. so I can't say much. Well, I've given Dad his birthday present (Credence Clearwater Revival and a collection of Rock 'n' Roll CDs, Memoirs of John Lennon [a book]), he seemed to love the wrapping but didn't say anything about the presents. Haha! Well, I do enjoy wrapping presents. It's fun. You get to add ribbons and everything.

I also just had breakfast (Hercules proportions) because I am going to lift weights later! Wheee! Am seriously considering joining a gym because I need all the machines and paraphernalia for proper resistance training but it's so expensive and I doubt whether I will have enough time now that IB is starting.

Ah yes, IB orientation is later today in the afternoon. School starts tomorrow and I don't know what I feel. Apprehensive? Excited? Meh.

I just peeled one of my toenails off. The wonderful excruciating agony of pleasure!

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Wonderful picture of my hunking block of muscle. :D He's so adorable go go go watch every single one of his interviews and I promise you that you will fall in love as well.

The Holiday

Now that we're at it, why not I tell you about the Holiday.

Picture this :

23 people. Noisy. Related.

Not punctual. Love complaining. Everyone wants to do their own thing.

Weather : Cold, windy, rainy, wet. (Spain)

Even colder, windy, dry, sunny. (Morocco)

We used walkie talkies to talk in the market. "Big Boy 1, over!"

It was alright I suppose.

Came back with 5 belts, 3 bags, 2 pairs of shoes, Be Delicious DKNY perfume (courtesy of wonderful cutie pie lovely huggable Grandma), a book, two cans of tuna, a whole lot of olive oil (they give it free in little bottles when you order salads!), my Grandma's voice in my head "No relax! No relax!", 278 pictures, a broken camera, sunglasses for $5, a few shirts, red gloves, black gloves, a plate.

I think there's more but I can't remember now.

Spent time with cousins. Marisa couldn't stop smoking. I shared a bed with her. I was breathing in cigarette fumes. It was horrible. She's really thin too. But she's fun to talk to and it's amusing watching her choose what to wear. Also, her British accent is funny. "Can'onese koay 'eow anyone?" Haha. We were making fun of her all the way. But. But. She went out practically every night. With brother (hers), brother (mine), cousin. How do these people have the drive to do these things? What's so fun about it?

Before I say anything, please download Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy (Anas told me about it). It's so. Bloody fantastic. It has that kind of sad, haunting beauty that it's so nice to wallow in.

Back to holiday. In Spain for the first two days we stayed at this beach hotel place. It was fcuking cold. We took the Red Bus for a tour around Malaga. It was quite amusing actually. We'd run towards the Red Bus whenever we saw it. But the whole entourage hadn't arrived yet so it was just my family and Ili's and Grandma of course. She never misses out on anything, I'm telling you. Oh wait, Aunty Nafi was there. But I shall not mention her as I have mixed feelings about her (Don't know whether to pity her or be angry with her after all the things she thinks of us and assumes and tells people about.)

We went to this place called El Corte Ingles (Al-Kote Inggeris? Haha!) But everything was so expensive. Mum bought a pair of gloves for I think $19 which is around 100 ringgit. But they were very stylish and she never buys anything for herself so I am proud of her yes I am. And then after that I can't remember what we did.

Second part of Spain was spent in Don Curro Hotel. There were lovely little alleys and nooks and crannies and quaint coffee shops everywhere, it was just like in a book. Wait let me post some pictures. The image is taking a long time to load so I shall continue typing first. But anyway, it was filled with alleys like in the picture (if you can see it). Hours were spent walking aimlessly back and forth and everywhere. There were all sorts of shops but everything closed from 2 to 6 p.m. for the Spanish people's siesta. They love siestas. It's basically an afternoon nap where they laze around and do anything. It's at night when the fun starts. But I am not really a night person so my nights were spent in the room eating oranges. Oh look! The picture has loaded. I don't know what the hell I was wearing, sorry. It looks like a work out outfit. Hehe. (Was going to type LOL but I have made a resolution to stop using Internet language and start typing with punctuation. This will aid me in all areas of life.)

I'm getting bored telling you about Spain. But I have to finish what I started. Everyone ate McDonalds everyday because to find a restaurant that could fit 23 people at once was a big hassle. Lots of restaurants turned us down because they didn't want the trouble. How sad. But they had good salads in McDonalds so I was able to survive. I shudder to think of the number of cans of tuna I consumed when I was there. I must be filled with radioactivity now! But oh well. Such is life.

After Spain, we commenced to Morocco (Marrakech) and stayed at Kenzi Farah hotel. It was quite interesting, I must say. We were forced to go for this Christmas Eve Dinner which cost 70 Euro (Around 350 ringgit) and the food was an hour late so everyone left. Our family was the only one who got a partial refund (We never keep quiet about anything). And those under 15 got a present! Of course I was under 15 so I got a pair slippers. =P. Very nice. Black and beaded.

We went to lots of souks and things. I got this leather bag which smelt bad but it was pretty. I got a bit scared because of all the sleazy looking men. Frightening. There was this lady who went up to Ili and started putting henna on her hand. Scene:

Ili : What are you doing? I don't want this.

Lady : No no, this is my present for you.

Ili : I don't want a present. Stop it!

Lady : No no, this is very nice. It is my present.

(Ili cannot seem to get rid of her and complies)

Lady : Now I have given you a present, you must give me one too.

Ili : No way man, I didn't even ask for it.

Lady : No, I gave you present. You must give me one.

Ili : I didn't want it! What is this!

Lady : Fuck you!

Ili : Oh my God! Fuck you too man!

Mind you, this lady was wearing a full burka. And she said "Fuck you!" It was hilarious. I was laughing all the way home.

After Marrakech we went to Casablanca. The traffic was mad I tell you. MAD. There were no signs or rules. Everyone did what they wanted. It was funny. My dad wanted to wear a seat belt and the guy was like "No, no seatbelt."

Saw this shop with a huge poster of Nadal. I went in and said "Can I have this please?" The guy took out lots of others. "Roddick, yes. Federer, yes. Nadal? No." I was devastated. It seems even men like the light of my life. But the man went up to this little attic and came down with one of those pamphlet thingies from a Babolat racquet (the one that Nadal uses) and he gave it to me which was very nice. Thank you, man from the tennis shop! :D

Then.. It was time to go home. 15 days of pure.. Torture? Well. Family is family isn't it. Was good to meet up though. And I bought lots of presents. Lovely lovely things for lovely lovely people. You know who you are (=

I am rather hungry so I shall go make myself some lunch now. Don't know when I will be posting again but I don't think it's today because that would just be sad (Don't I have anything else to do?)

Love love.

The First Bit

This is my first blog post. Contemplated setting up a blog before but never really got round to doing it. Why? I'm not so sure myself. Time? What would I say? I'd have to go through the trouble of decorating it, editing it, perfecting it. Then I thought, you know, what the heck, I'll just make it as [me] as possible (not much). Simple. Enough? It.s 11.27 a.m. I went for 8 km just now. But my foot hurt. You know how easy it is to injure yourself? It's so easy. Just an inch of your foot to the side and you're gone. I don't know how long this dumb thing will take to heal. And my hip just started to feel better. Why am I whining? I shouldn't whine. To stop whining, I shall post some poems.

Written in Morocco at 12.00 a.m. (Local time)
Not sure of date.

One day,
when I was alone,
I thought of you,
I adored.
Last night,
I dreamt of you,
a song with only one word.
(you)
The melody
I knew,
from birth
to death,
my love,
my life,
you are the truth.


0610 pm
271207
Morocco

Night falls,
a curtain of darkness.
the strings pulled.
a moment of sadness.
it passes.
then slowly creeping,
come the pricks of light,
like gems. (they are)
jewels in your eyes,
gleaming with
shadows of stars,
the moon dances,
with His lover,
(mine too)



Shall post more poems later, after I have found them amidst this confounding mess.