yay.
Even though I have migrating migraine that moves every few minutes to different parts of my head, I woke up happy today.
So I put my iTunes on and heard this song and sing, “Won’t you tell him please to put on some weight // follow my lead, oh how I need // someone to watch of my weight!”
Just kidding. I weigh about 50 kg by the way. At the moment at least. I fluctuate between 48 and 58 over the years since I started weighing myself. Or rather, since I started weighing myself with worry. Hahah. I guess that was since my coming of age as a ‘woman’. At 54 I would start looking at myself and be sad. Or perhaps it’s the other way around: when I start looking at myself and be sad, I would start to weigh 54 kg.
At 58 kg, I would look like a caged chicken. And I also would start saying “Pok? Pok? … Pok?” and would think of developing a beak. I don’t have any recording of it, and I don’t plan to become 58 again, so you wouldn’t be able to tell whether I was writing the truth here. Ho, ho, ho.
But why did I start talking about migraine and end up talking about weight? Perhaps “no focus in life”? Or “open-minded and imaginative”? Hm. Either way is okay. I categorize this under “Blah” anyway. But well, I better stop now. Lots to do. My (Re)Collection of Togetherness for one.
this is a comment from Journal where Tintin and Dale are talking bout overlaying cities, like, like,
but then overlaying cities turn out to be quite stale – less exciting than doing lanterns anyway.