Listening to> Bad Company - Feel like making love
Reading> Joy of Cooking
Working On> Attempting to not use my right hand
Film of the moment> 'How Stella got her groove back'
SAY IT - CHOW-DAH!
Watching Simpsons, sorry.
Tried to speak with apt manager today, but came out of it feeling guilty. Will try again tomorrow with Stinky.
Physical therapy is sort of working. Except for the part where I have to dunk my arm in hot water for four minutes and then in ice cold water for a minute, for a total of twenty minutes. It still hurts like a mother.
What's really depressing me is the fact that I won't be able to go home soon. I'm going to miss Chinese New Year! True, last year I just showed up home and demanded money. This year I was planning to do the same, but to also bring some food back to the flat. No ang pow, no delicious noodles, or duck, or lobster. Instead I'm going to study for my midterms. God, how boring.
Damnit, I'm hungry now.
Anyhoo, how about I waste a little time with a little list of the things that I am addicted to:
Item #1: Food
You heard me. Stinky and I are foodies which is why you will most likely hear us groan 'Owww... I ate too much!' rather than 'I received an A in that class!' We spend most of our waking time watching the Food Network, and salivating at the dishes. Or making fun of Giada.
Item #2: San-pun Cookingu (3-Minute Cooking)
This is my favourite cooking show ever, yet I cannot explain why this is so. Some of the dishes are a bit strange, but I cannot stop watching it. Channel 18 on Saturday nights at around 10:00pm. It truly makes me happy, but is a mystery.
Item #3: Cigarettes
Evil cancer stick, I know. But I still crave it. And yes, occasionally, I fall right back. As if the bleeding noses wasn't enough.
Item #4:Film
Is it the fantasy life, or is it truly the craft? I have to admit that I am seduced by both. LA is an industry town, and I love the thought of working here. At the same time, there is a huge discrepancy in what I like and what is being put out. I cannot stop loving film, nor dream of screenplays that may be re-invented on screen. Dare I dream of selling my soul to become fantastically known just for the sake of celebrity?
Item #5: Fantasising
There's nothing like dreaming of the future. I think I'd rather do so, rather than live in the present. Quite foolish, don't you think?