Apr 21, 2009 19:59
So,
on an idle, sleepy evening, my dear sister had the great idea to go for a jog (not quite an idea for her but a habit)... And i am, frankly, in a rather bad (read: fat) shape, so I decided on stairs training instead.
Being my Sister, she had to ask if my fat butt was the reason for my sudden motivation to exercise... And then taunt me with the fact that I had a rather shapely butt since childhood (read: hence nothing could possibly help).
I lead a depressing life.
Nonetheless, we got out of the house, and fifteen minutes later I was slick with sweat, panting and somewhat dizzy. Neighbours shot me weird looks. And just then, somebody in a white tee and long, dark hair was riding up in the elevator.. with my sweat-blurred vision I could almost swear I saw sadako riding the lift. I think the government ought to pass a law forbidding all long and dark- haired girls from wearing white tees and messaging with their head bent down.. It'd greatly reduce the no. of heart attack incidents, I swear.
I suppose this is the longest post I've written in a while, and here's the catch: I'm typing on a qwerty smartphone (not mine). I could get used to this!
Xoxoxoxo