nothing of grave importance

I’m simply enjoying this laid back Sunday. The weather is perfect. I guess the best way to make the most out of a rainy day is when you’re just at home lazing around, watching a cheesy movie or a silly sitcom, and making a pig out of yourself. Sigh. Yeah, I’ve been doing a lot of that as of late so consider yourself warned because the next time we meet I’d probably be sporting excess fats everywhere. My friend, in one of his brutally honest moods, even declared me ‘fat & bloated’ though I told him afterward that ‘adorably plump’ would be a better, more preferable, less tacky description. No?

Speaking of plump, the other day I was watching Bridget Jones’ Diary, though it was hilarious in general, I still couldn’t help but cringe every time she’s represented as this brainless-pretending-to-be-brainy, sex-crazed, miserable singleton, smoker, and alcoholic whose trip was to parade around in her knickers while running after this aloof, overbearing yet exceptionally hot bloke. That somehow sent my indignation flaming because not every female is silly like Bridget. Although I admit I was impressed by Renee Zellweger. How the fuck did she do that looking so sickeningly glamorous despite the fats? She put the bulimic, insect-thin models of runways to shame, honestly! Durrr…

lalala

Sharing this adorable video with that adorable animation.
And the song --well, it's from THE BEATLES, need I say more?

mindless musing and not

What do you think is the best way to please my mom?


a. for once, should I wake up early? (maybe it would make her happy to know that her daughter's body clock is not hopelessly abnormal)

b. bear hug

c. sexy lingerie

d. how about cleaning the house? (though my mom would not be tricked into believing this as long as our housekeeper is here)

e. erm, male stripper/s? (what and never mind my dad? this is suicide, I'm telling you)

f. breakfast in bed (that is, if I could get up in time for *breakfast*)

g. c and e (suicidal again)

h. I'm feeling generous --all of the above

i. oh, to hell with mothers' day --none of the above!



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Still,

HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY!!!

The truth is, I don't have anything up my sleeve other than that bear hug above; but that doesn't make my greeting to my mom any less sincere and loving than if, by any chance, I really have that sexy lingerie for a gift.

for the header

I have a new header! A little nod to Wendy Cope. Before today, Being Boring is first a title of her poem from the book, If I Don't Know (2001). I realize that Mrs. Cope is someone who is very very (like super!) spiky when it comes to copyright infringement; and I could possibly get myself into trouble for what I am about to post. But please, please, please. Allow me to do this, just this one time. Ok? Don’t sue me. I’m just a penniless university student, who’s got nothing but a charming face to support myself should the responsible authority decide to take the legal action. So,

On with the poem:

If you ask me 'What's new?', I have nothing to say
Except that the garden is growing.
I had a slight cold but it's better today.
I'm content with the way things are going.
Yes, he is the same as he usually is,
Still eating and sleeping and snoring.
I get on with my work. He gets on with his.
I know this is all very boring.

There was drama enough in my turbulent past:
Tears and passion-I've used up a tankful.
No news is good news, and long may it last,
If nothing much happens, I'm thankful.
A happier cabbage you never did see,
My vegetable spirits are soaring.
If you're after excitement, steer well clear of me.
I want to go on being boring.

I don't go to parties. Well, what are they for,
If you don't need to find a new lover?
You drink and you listen and drink a bit more
And you take the next day to recover.
Someone to stay home with was all my desire
And, now that I've found a safe mooring,
I've just one ambition in life: I aspire
To go on and on being boring.

Light verse poems are cool. They're gay, and humorous, and fairly understandable by mere mortals.