Hehe, my title.
Anyway, I think my mom told my dad about how I wanted to learn French because the other day he asked me if I want to study in France. The voice in my head burst out laughing. Dad, you do know I cannot speak a word of French right? Well except for s'il vous plait (if it pleases you), because I love the way it rolls off my tongue, sounding all sexy and.. sexy. It's so unfair, everything sounds sexy in French.
I wanted to be sexy when I was younger. But I have everything going against me now: my height, my body, my voice. I wanted to be all tall, with big sexy hair, long legs, and a deep and smooth voice but instead I'm short, my hair is just hopeless, there's a limit to how long your legs can be when you're only 1.55m tall and my voice is just a little high-pitch (especially over the phone). Anyhow, now I'll settle for elegant, classy and kind.
I've been going home regularly this few weeks, and it's developing into a habit so I'm looking forward to weekends more than usual now. Hostel food is getting worst (they actually changed the caterer again, to the old one). Going home means good food: strawberries and grapes, noodles, dumplings and sushi.
Labels: Musings
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