I couldn’t sleep last night, so I was moping around my apartment getting restless with nothing to do yet my mind wouldn’t shut up and let me rest. It was like a scene from one of them lame ass video clips where you see the click lie on her couch (usually in her underwear and yes I was in my underwear) listening to her ipod, then u see her leaning against the window thinking about something intense, then she moves to the dining table… 

I usually take one of these nights as a tell sign that I’m pretty stressed. My body seems to suggest so, but I cant pinpoint the exact cause for this physical reaction. Apart from the sleepless night, I had this massive ulcer in my mouth, a weak knee and wobbly ankles. These temporary  physical distractions  are preventing me from performing at my best. I have tennis lessons scheduled next week, although my game has dropped 10000000 folds since my peak 10 years ago I am determined to become a semi-pro tennis player, well I plan to at least beat my little crap-head sister to the pulp.

Tet is around the corner, and even though I’m as old as hell (and so my daddy tells me!) and therefore not eligible for red pocket (daddy are you just trying to rip me off!!!) I still look forward to spending time being grateful for the wonderful (90% of the time anyways) family that I have and stuffing my face (yet again!) with mums goodness home cooked meals. Having moved out I now appreciate mum and her cooking obligations. I don’t know how she manages to cook something everyday, changing it so we don’t get sick of her food. And to think that I use to complain about eating the same thing in one week. Thanks to my inability to be creative and diverse in my cooking I either a) eat takeaway that leaves me feeling sick in some way or other, and my pockets empty or b) eating left overs all week, I could not imagine mum cooking WAY too much that we all have to eat the same crap all week. I’m starting to think maybe I’m not that perfect future wife of one lucky mofo after all. Quite the contrary actually, I’m starting to think my husband will be one sorry of a sod. hehe.

Last night Ram and Mik came over after a night on the town (I thought Nandos and the tennis was the better option) and talked about random crap whilst I was watching the match of the year (Federer VS Safin… hottness with racquets!!). I then confessed that I found Federer incredibly sexy and would ‘tap that ass’ if I were in a position to. I acknowledged that I knew he wasn’t good looking but there was just something about him. I recalled other celebrities that were on the “i would tap that ass list”  and realised how unconventional my taste in men was. Ok others on the list include, but not limited to (the worlds best disclaimer!);

- Jason Mraz, he is really ugly… but super talented… and its them words…. its like im the only love sick moron in the room when he sings.

- John Mayer, he isnt my fav right now due to his womanising ways. But he was super ugly during the time I was totally in love with him. Again, I found incredible appeal in his funny face whilst he played guitar. 

Ian Klause: so not conventional good looking, but so articulate and intelligent. 

But then I think of all the men that I’ve been with and 90% of them have been boys who were conventionally good looking and whom had an array of women chasing them. I guess that’s why they’ve never worked out. 

Anyways its not like I’m the most conventionally good looking person either, but I like to think my whit and charm pull me through as a somewhat likable person (this is highly debatable, depending on whom you speak to!!!) 

Basically my point is, for a guy life is a little easier because even if you’re really ugly physically you can still be really attractive if you have talent. Whilst with chicks, looks is fundamental. I assume if you only had looks you still wouldn’t be able to score with a 100% success rate, but your odds only diminish marginally. Whilst if you don’t have the looks but have whit and charisma, you’re odds start at 60% right from the beginning. 

Anyways, there’s some fuel for thought, have to get ready for my daily 9km run around the tan…. hope I can have a nap after the run, need to have energy for a 1st birthday party tonight! yah!!!

Bang Kieu, I really miss you… u’ve somehow managed to weasel your way into my heart and mind. ure a gayass! 

godess

xox