de-excitation

poo. i’ve become one of those girls who sit around all day and complains about the exponential rate at which her arse is growing. it’s funny because as i’m typing this, i am having a conversation with a friend about how it’s too cold to go to the gym. (apparently, it’s not that cold!)

well, i’ve spent my day learning about normal distributions and monetary policies; bitching about horrible assignment-mates (that’s highly hypocritical i know!); watching my favourite cooking show; drinking yummy yummy tea; eating oily fatty food; and whining about getting fat. boo.

i also facebooked today. speaking of facebooking, i like how proper nouns get turned into verbs.

For example,
1. I googled the meaning of nouns before writing this. (http://www.arts.uottawa.ca/writcent/hypergrammar/nouns.html)
2. We thai-la-onged every sunday.
3. I had to msn my friend about what action words are called.
4. I’ve been youtubing all arvo.

maybe one day instead of using the word ‘dawdle’ people will use my name instead. i.e. “oh man, i gillyed the entire night away! shoot, hope i don’t gilly tomorrow, i’ve got a damn big exam next week!” haha. (but then again, the chances of that happening is analogous to me exercising.)

nevermind! what is your name synonymous to? tell meeeeee! please!

did you know there is a UK ready steady cook?

man, i gillyed another afternoon away.

deontology.

Gilly’s to-do list

1. accounting revision
2. econometrics online quiz
3. call DIMA about my work-permit
4. find out about learning to drive
5. get motion city soundtrack from Lesley
6. prepare for mid-sems
7. get police-check report ready
8. get josh pyke tickets

yup, i’ve got my priorities sorted.

woah, two entries a day is heavy! anyway, i saw something on the preposterous chronicle and before i forget, i’ll load it up now.

hey hey! you you! i don’t like your girlfriend!!

Bondi Beach

I was recently sharing with a friend how i felt as if i was missing out on all the fun things that my non-christians friends freely engage in. (I know, i know, i am truly very superficial and materialistic!) The feeling lingered on, till i was reminded how much I would miss out if i wasn’t a christian. Can you imagine all of the exciting things God would be doing that I would miss out on?

I’m still trying to stand on my own two feet, but least I have, hands to hold and a loving God to talk to. (:

drool-filled kisses and furry hugs.

Dog, dog.

Cashyboo, I remember the day Daddy brought you home. It was after school, and I was at Nai-Nai’s house when daddy called to say he had a surprise for me at home. When I came home, there you were this shy, drooling monster! You were so quiet, we all thought you were a serious pup! Boy, how wrong were we?

I remember playing football with you, I remember hating picking up the ball after your turn because you would always drool all over it!

I remember trying to teach you how to walk on your hind legs, I think you were very relieved when this silly girl came to a gloomy realisation that dogs weren’t physically capable of walking on two feet!

I like how you would pretend to be brave and bark at the stranger at the gate; I like how you would run to the back of the house when we let the stranger in.

I especially love how you would run to the fence to fight with the neighbour’s dog everytime we called for you, as if your name was more of a battle cry.

Thank you for being my dog, dog.

I love and miss you Cashyboo.

salt and pepper blisters

“don’t use your hands! here use these!”
“no, my hands are clean. i washed them last night,”

I’m thankful for the minute things that make Sydney that little bit more delightful. It is still huge place for me, and I am so glad I have these pocket-sized things to hug in this big city. (: