Atomic Wedgie
Deep & NastyArchive for March, 2007
Hit The Freeway
It’s amazing the things you can catch on your windshield while driving at the speed of light.
After my trip to AD on Monday, I counted all the mashed-beyond-recognition things on my windshield. There were lots of premature fruits from the desert trees I passed by, dates and all. There were some unfortunate bugs, that never made it to the other side. (There’s a reason why you have to look both ways before crossing.) I also found the remains of a desert lizard (‘6ab), which had already turned into fossil. Apparently, they’ve mutated and can fly now! Ow, and mucus at 160km/h is really hard to scrape off! I hope he chokes on it next time.
So, who wants a souvenir from AD??
Happy Mother’s Day
To celebrate Mother’s Day, I took my grandma on a long road trip to and from AD. (Actually, she just had a hospital appointment and I was the only person with no life.) The two hour drive gave us the opportunity to do some bonding we never would’ve done otherwise.
Today, I learnt from my grandmother one of the most important things a girl needs to know, to deal with her husband – living through “the snore.” Considering the fact that most men snore, I’ll have to say I’m am now immune to it.
At first, I thought my grandma was really asleep and snoring her lungs and mucus out. But it turns out she was giving me a training session. She tried the subtle snore… the not-so-subtle snore… the there’s-nothing-subtle-about-it snore. I must say, the last one was traumatizing. But the fact that I lived through it means alot. I am now one step closer to being ready for life as a couple.
However, my training has not been completed. I’ll be bonding some more with my grandmother, to get some of her wisdom in life.
Don’t get me wrong, my grandmother is a wonderful old lady, but I like to make fun of everything.
Sissy Boys
I was at the UAE Career thingy today, obviously looking for a job. Of course, I did indulge my eyes in the sight of the “natives”. I haven’t seen so many local guys in one place in a zillion years. Apparently, they get together for this yearly ritual – some for all the wrong reasons. Those who don’t find jobs, get hitched. The few lucky ones get both.
Anyways, I was at one of the booths, where I glimpsed an HR guy who’d interviewed me late December for a job. Fortunate for me, he recognized me immediately, and called out “Karate Girl” infront of everyone.
*Moment of silence*
*More silence*
*Cute guys backing away from me*
He could’ve mentioned basketball!! But noooooo, he had to mention karate. What’s the big deal anyways? In some parts of the world, guys do find it appealing - a strong woman. Plus, I can be a real sweetheart. I’m really not that intimidating. Or am I?? 
That’s right sissy boys, run to mama.
Rusty
I played basketball yesterday. Amazing as it was, I was restrained by my body. My mind was playing wonderfully, but my body would pull me down. My muscles are aching me while I type this, to remind me of the fact that I really need to workout and practice more.
True, I was kinda rusty at the beginning, but I felt myself improve. However, I didn’t reach the level I was at when I quit. Still, I need to work on my sense of distance, since it’s rusty too. I know with practice I can get there.
If it weren’t for the bitch coach, I’d be playing on the team right now.
Thanks OCD for testifying, and we beat you 41 – 26, not 49 – 25. *sigh* Do not remind me of my golden days. And, you’ll see the mean-ass coach I can be.
I’m Nervous
Tomorrow, I’ll be touching a ball again. Not that kind of ball you perverts.
We’re having a friendly basketball game, and I haven’t played since April of last year. What if I don’t know how to hold the ball anymore? What if my skills are all gone? That would be tragic. The most tragic thing in my life, since basketball is the only real thing I am was good at.
I’ve been avoiding even holding a basketball since I stopped. I don’t want to know the sort of feelings that would rush in: The yearning to play again, to be part of a team, to hold that ball, to fly again… only to come crashing down.
Basketball was a huge part of my life… and now it’s just something I used to do. I feel ashamed to tell people I played; simply coz I don’t anymore.
*Deep breath* We’ll see how tomorrow goes.
Bored
Being idle is draining me out. It’s only been a week or two since I’ve been officially not doing anything. And, believe it or not, I’m exhausted.
I woke up this morning and realized my room is a mess! I’ve been desperately trying to keep myself busy, that every chance I get, I just leave home. When I get back, I’m usually too exhausted to pick up after myself. I’m such an organization freak, that the sight of my room makes me want to run away more.
Bottom line, I just want to work, dammit!!
I’ve run out of things to do, and I think my friends are fed up of seeing me, or hearing from me every other day. But, they better thank God, cause at least I’m keeping myself busy. They haven’t met the “idle” me yet. That is one naaasty needy person you do NOT want to meet.
Meanwhile, I have TV shows to download everyday. On Mondays, I download and watch Desperate Hoursewives. On Tuesdays it’s Heroes. On Wednesdays it’s Veronica Mars. On Thursdays it’s Lost. And on Fridays it’s Grey’s Anatomy. Ow, and I’m trying out a new show, Robin Hood, for Sundays.
So you would imagine my displeasure to find out that Desperate Housewives and Grey’s Anatomy decided not to show anything last week. Assholes. Ow, and is it just me, or is Lost getting LAME?
