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mugen_edamame) wrote2012-08-23 01:11 am
mugen_edamame) wrote2012-08-23 01:11 am
DID I DO THE ONE ABOUT THE CAMEL? Disarrayed, I fall over.
Man, time sure passes by awfully quickly when you're in good weather and drowning in good food. Holiday's over and in fourteen hours or so I'll be on the place back to Japan, and, oddly enough, Real Life. Ramadan's ended, and Happy Party Times to everyone who celebrates Syawal. Didn't do much myself. Ate well, but because I went back to my hometown in Penang when my Japanese friend came to visit me (she did, and so did her parents, and they were marvelous and sweet and I'll talk about 'em more when I get back in my room) no one particularly felt like making the tediously long drive again just a few days after. Luckily I got to meet most of my relatives anyways, so I can't complain c: Everyone looked well, which is all you can ask for, you know?
Gained weight, almost definitely so. It's just that food's so good and so cheap and it's Party Tiems and my mum is the best cook in the world. It's inevitable. Of my siblings I'm definitely the mostly overweight, and while on one hand I find it depressing (sometimes, when it's Time O' Month Time), on the other hand I've been told that I give bitchin' massages and at the end of the day I like to eat and it'll be a sad ol' world indeed if we all look and are built exactly the same. (At a hair salon I had my hair straightened and while it took a grand total of six hours and a good wash before it exploded into curly again, it's now super, super dry. Creating more variation, one hair style at a time.) We went to a shopping outlet (I have no idea if that's the right name) and bought masses of clothes at ridiculous prices. Only it'll be autumn in Japan soon and 99% of my wardrobe is 100% is Malaysian (i.e. endless summer).
Went to see the knee-doctor again, and he says my knees won't recover on their own. The knee caps are out of alignment, and with every step I take (every move I make etc.) I'm making things worse. So the next time I have a long-ish holiday (next March probably) I'm to come in for surgery to hopefully fix me up. Recovery time's about six weeks per knee operation, during which I'll have physiotherapy most days and I'll have to use crutches. The prospect of this sodding problem getting fixed is incredible, babes. I don't actually remember what it's like to walk without pain, and I relish the prospect of fixedness.
What else...
I'll remember in the morning. Now I'm just freaking out that I've been an idiot while packing. Like I've packed my camera but not the camera charger. And my Japanese Alien Identification Card but not my insurance-
OH. Now I remember. The main issue. The reason I needed to write.
I think I might've forgotten what my PIN number is.
Also more likely than not we'll be sleeping in the airport tomorrow night. I don't dread it that much, because I've slept in enough airports to sortof, rather masochistically, enjoy the experience. And 'experience' is the right word. As long as I tack it on to horrible events, it makes me very slightly (rather masochistically) more able to deal with shite.
It's late and I should be sleeping or packing but all I can do is sit here and think about all the food I want to eat, and how being literally warmed (or sunburnt, depending on your exposure to the sun) actually works to warm the heart. Stock of Love to Give has been replenished!
And did I say I won Most Entertaining/Tried Hardest for the Japanese school's Speech contest? Little sister won Grand Prize. Talented bastard.
At least, yeah. At least I'm entertaining. Though likely a lot less proficient at Japanese now than I was then. Heh.
And the guy who's the lead in the Bourne Legacy (p sure it's Legacy) is a sad-looking man, and it looks like all I need to support any body is for the person to be sad-looking.
Gained weight, almost definitely so. It's just that food's so good and so cheap and it's Party Tiems and my mum is the best cook in the world. It's inevitable. Of my siblings I'm definitely the mostly overweight, and while on one hand I find it depressing (sometimes, when it's Time O' Month Time), on the other hand I've been told that I give bitchin' massages and at the end of the day I like to eat and it'll be a sad ol' world indeed if we all look and are built exactly the same. (At a hair salon I had my hair straightened and while it took a grand total of six hours and a good wash before it exploded into curly again, it's now super, super dry. Creating more variation, one hair style at a time.) We went to a shopping outlet (I have no idea if that's the right name) and bought masses of clothes at ridiculous prices. Only it'll be autumn in Japan soon and 99% of my wardrobe is 100% is Malaysian (i.e. endless summer).
Went to see the knee-doctor again, and he says my knees won't recover on their own. The knee caps are out of alignment, and with every step I take (every move I make etc.) I'm making things worse. So the next time I have a long-ish holiday (next March probably) I'm to come in for surgery to hopefully fix me up. Recovery time's about six weeks per knee operation, during which I'll have physiotherapy most days and I'll have to use crutches. The prospect of this sodding problem getting fixed is incredible, babes. I don't actually remember what it's like to walk without pain, and I relish the prospect of fixedness.
What else...
I'll remember in the morning. Now I'm just freaking out that I've been an idiot while packing. Like I've packed my camera but not the camera charger. And my Japanese Alien Identification Card but not my insurance-
OH. Now I remember. The main issue. The reason I needed to write.
I think I might've forgotten what my PIN number is.
Also more likely than not we'll be sleeping in the airport tomorrow night. I don't dread it that much, because I've slept in enough airports to sortof, rather masochistically, enjoy the experience. And 'experience' is the right word. As long as I tack it on to horrible events, it makes me very slightly (rather masochistically) more able to deal with shite.
It's late and I should be sleeping or packing but all I can do is sit here and think about all the food I want to eat, and how being literally warmed (or sunburnt, depending on your exposure to the sun) actually works to warm the heart. Stock of Love to Give has been replenished!
And did I say I won Most Entertaining/Tried Hardest for the Japanese school's Speech contest? Little sister won Grand Prize. Talented bastard.
At least, yeah. At least I'm entertaining. Though likely a lot less proficient at Japanese now than I was then. Heh.
And the guy who's the lead in the Bourne Legacy (p sure it's Legacy) is a sad-looking man, and it looks like all I need to support any body is for the person to be sad-looking.