the F***** up post.
Monday, February 23, 2009
i was youtube-ing the other day and i found a video on " the history of the F word"
well they used the actual word lah. it was
very funny and entertaining.
i never really realised that the F word could be used as a noun, a verb, and adverb, an adjective and more, all at once.
eg,
he's a F*****(noun)
he F***** her(verb)
he runs F****** fast(adverb)
he's all F***** up(adjective)
and more.
it's so descriptive lah! and if it wasn't labelled a bad word, i would, quite honestly, be using in my sentences.
i mean what if you wanted to describe something so badly, and just saying "she's so annoying" isn't enough? you could say something like "she's so bloody annoying" and it would SO much more descriptive and forceful.
as in, i for one, naturally shun the F word. i wouldn't say it, even if you gave me a hundred bucks.(seriously, i thought about this long and hard and about every possible outcome, and the eventual outcome is that i will not say it for a hundred bucks.)
but one tiny winy part of me wishes that i wasn't the...good? type of girl, and that i could have the guts to say it loud and clear and bold.
F****
ah well. the life of a good girl.
*****
haha i wanted to blog about more than one thing, so i decided to use those to separate my posts, instead of posting 3 different posts.
yes, i wanted to say that i am a cold-water convert.
coldies rejoice, one more has joined your ranks amongst those who enjoy bathing in cold water.
i guess it's coz i'm, well, used to it, that i can openly start to embrace all the advantages of bathing in cold water.
one, it is immensely refreshing. i mean, hot water is soothing and all, but cold, it's just so cool and like a blast of awakeness being thrown at you full in the face. hot water does make the shower rather stuffy after a while.
second....well still thinking of it. but i have decided to bath with cold water. yes, even on rainy days. i bathed with cold water today, and it rained ok!
another thing i think i like now.
the spicy cough sweet things. like when you have a cough, and your mum(in my case, my aunt) forces you to eat some sweet that burns your throat and cools your nostrils.
like...halls. the really hot ones.
well coz i have a cough, i have been forcing myself to eat them everyday(they actually work leh!!).
so much until i have started to like them.
oh no. the invisible hands of...not fate, but i'm not sure God will wan't to bother with this sort of trivial thing.
well the workings of something are making me turn out like adeline.
BEFORE YOU GET INDIGNANT ADE. let me say it is not a bad thing. but a strange thing.
before this i hated cold water, i hated spicy sweets.
then suddenly my heater breaks, and i get a cough.
wow.
and poof, i became cococrunch like you.
STRANGE RIGHT. RIGHT. RIGHT.
but before i can ponder the strangeness of this any longer, i really really really have to go satisfy my screaming stomach.
goodbye
goodbye and good riddance, says my tummy.
"
" and good riddance, says my tummy again.
--Mary was an idiot:)--
9:10 PM
