yesterday was a spectacularly bad day.
 
i looked so bored and glum someone thought i was the salesgirl.
 
haven't been this angry for a long while. haven't been this bored since Commencement.
 
anyway true to tradition this blog does not get updated when the juggleress fumes.
 
i got to know almost the entire family background of the the bra woman. if i wasn't in such a foul mood, i might have thought this old dame was very friendly and chatty. but noo, when i'm in a bad mood i dun need to know that her son is in NS, her daughter works in LTA earning 3k a month, they dislike her buying clothes for them and they are all as stubborn as me. it doesn't help that she thinks i'm 15 and underdeveloped so i dun need such a big cup.
 
i basically told her to piss off. in a non verbal manner. i'm not that rude.
 
life doesn't cease to be funny even when one is pissed. it's tiring being pissed and glum the whole day. slept soundly. didn't juggle, didn't feel like doing anything. i'm surprised how apparant it is that i'm pissed, it's all over my face. i can feel that others know i'm pissed at something, or maybe it's just cos i'm pissed. that's a lot of piss.
 
today was much better but still didn't feel quite right. went for juggling at the esplanade. balls were ok, but couldn't get in the groove for clubs, and couldn't concentrate for club passing. An unhappy juggler is a bad juggler.
 
luckily things got slightly better when siyong taught me all the early doubles tricks. He actually did the 'bite club with teeth and then wham it across' trick. i managed to learn clubbing the club over and Robin Hood.
Darren also taught me the luke burrage penguin trick. cool.
 
Just as i was abt to leave to meet weips, darren started telling me abt the history of juggling.
 
"there was this soldier in the Song Dynasty who juggled 9 cannon balls and scared all the dunno what Dynasty soldiers off because they thought all the Song soldiers were this good."
 
and then he had all the exotic Egyptian drawings of jugglers. wu5 ling2 mi4 ji2. we shld learn the patterns from the drawings sia. there was this drawing of someone doing 3 balls and 3 knives flats at head height. if that's true then he's really god.
 
"maybe the drawings are just of them praying. the black dots could be just dirt and not balls"
 
maybe.
 
saw stephanie tan and her sis in city hall mrt. she saw my huge bag and thought i went bowling. now why would i carry a huge bag for bowling? to steal all the bowling balls? she told her sis i eat fire and her sis gave her an incredulous look.
 
esplanade was pretty quiet for a saturday. only one bunch of subdued breakdancers, one stunt cyclist whom the police hauled away, one bunch of normal dancers, and one recorder player whom the breakdancers tried to shut him up by basically shouting "shut up la". oh yeah in one corner was a couple making out. what an appropriate place.
 
sometimes we had an audience. many pple carrying gowns today. wondered why until i met Lihua (who was also carrying the gown) and she was there to take pic. i see.
 
was supposed to catch supersize me with weips but it was sold out. bummer. weekends are annoying. remind myself not to step out on weekends. why rush with the crowd when i have all the weekdays to cruise.
 
so as usual we just wandered around and talked.
 
weips has a korean friend and i dun know his name so i called him Kimchi in my sms-es to weips. she replied me abt kimchi and accidentally sent it to him.
 
sms:
W: "I sent the msg to kimchi!!!!! i said Kimchi blah blah blah. i'm in deep shit!"
Me: "OH NO!"
W: "THAT DOES NOT HELP"
 
so the night was spent discussing whether calling a korean 'kimchi' is insulting.
 
"i won't mind if someone calls me laksa."
"what abt mee pok?"
"hmmm"
 
weips thinks calling a jap "sushi" is bad, but "wasabi" is ok. i think both are fine. we both agreed calling an indian "papadum" is bad.
 
"well kimchi is a little mean, but it's funny too."
"ya, imagine if he's angry and tells his other friends 'those girls called me kimchi', I think i would burst out laughing...."
 
i still dun think kimchi sounds that bad, not as bad as chinks (chinese), honkie (HK), slit eyes (er, Jap?) or Nigger (blacks). kimchi just sounds damn funny.