Best of Me

Best of Me


I was made the wrong way,
Won't you do me the right way,
Where you gonna be tonight,
Cause I won't stay too long.
Okay, I know I haven't blogged for like, the whole week, but I've been ffffahk busy. I mean, come on, give me a break, the Australian Open's going on, and I've been busy supporting Dinara "Banana Monster" Safina, since Amelie's been knocked out by Victoria "Bitchface Pussy" Azarenka. I've also had tuition four out of the five days that we had holidays, not to mention this totally stupid Sunday School project. Why the hall do they even bother giving us projects? You know, the other day, the Sunday School class was in session, and Melinder, Ashqinn and Tanya, etc., (those people, you get the picture) were talking about how they'd like to come back and help after we've done our Confirmation, and I was pretty much like, "Fuck my dog five hundred times. I'm not coming back to this hellhole." You can't blame me, I absolutely hate being forced into something. Ten years from now, Sarah can just take Laith, Cayenne, Shane, Alyssa, Jourdain, Regan, Riley, Kipling, Allegra and Kierstyn (my kids) to church.
Maybe you're the light for me,
When you talk to me it strikes me,
Won't somebody help me,
Cause I don't feel too strong.
A lot of stuff happened during this week, some good and some bad (and I might blog about it when it all settles down), and I haven't even had Chinese New Year dinner with my godparents. I went jogging (or walking and talking) with Helen on Monday and Tuesday morning, and I tell you, it was so much fun. We definitely have to do it during the next holidays. Pretty much, we walked around the park for about an hour and a half, give or take, just randomly talking and crapping as usual. Couldn't come back home and sleep, though, because I had tuition on Monday pretty much right after that. The tuition teacher's crazy, I tell you. I'll post a couple of quotes from Wednesday's tuition class here later, and then you people who just read my blog and don't take tuition with me can feel my pain and sympathize with me for what I have to go though every fucking goddamn week. I bet you'll be thanking whatever god you believe in (or maybe Ellen DeGeneres, like I do) that you don't take tuition with me.
Was it something that I said,
Was it something that I did,
Or the combination of both that did me wrong.
NICK: Uh, hey, Steph, what's that chick's name, again? You know, that one.
ME: Oh, it's _______.
NICK: That's a whore's name.
ME: *dies laughing*
and not forgetting:
NICK: Let's go out tomorrow! Morning till four. Or something.
ME: I've got tuition, hon. But you'll be there, right?
NICK: No... I'm inviting you on behalf of the Sunway Pyramid management. It's part of their "Ohmygod-we-don't-have-enough-customers" programme.
ME: *dies laughing*
You know I'm hoping you'll sing along,
Though it's not your favorite song,
Don't wanna be there when there's nothing left to say,
You know that some of us spin again,
When you do, you need a friend,
Don't wanna be there when there's nothing left for me,
And I hate the thought of finally being erased,
Baby that's the best of me.
Did you guys know, Nick talks in his sleep. It's damn funny, and I nearly puked last night, trying not to laugh. I could have sworn that he was bullshitting, but when I woke him up, he had this innocent look on his face (oh, and he was pissed as hell that I woke him up). I haven't been clubbing in like, a week, and I'm pretty damn proud of myself. Instead, I've been indulging in healthy recreational activities, such as going to Helen's house and watching more and more tennis every day. Today, we saw one gorgeous lady make the finals, Dinara Mikhailkova Safina, and one butt-ugly gorilla to play her, Serena Fatass Williams. Also, congrats to Roger Federer, who'll play gorgeous Rafael Nadal in the finals (who doesn't love that absolutely beautiful boy?). I swear, Rafa's prettier than some of the women on the WTA tour. For example, Serena Williams. What the heck was god on when he made her? He must've been pissed.
Everything's behind you,
But the hope still stands beside you,
Living in every moment,
Have I wasted all your time.
"Your parents are very polite."
"Huh? Sorry, pardon?"
"Your parents are very polite."
"Pardon???"
"Your parents are very polite."
"Uh, pardon?"
"Your parents are very polite."
"Oh, okay. Yeah. Yeah, they are."
.
"Okay, type in your password now!"
"What did you say? Don't talk to me like that!"
"Sorry, sorry... I didn't mean it like that. *mutters* I am trying to help you!"
Was there something that I said,
Was there something that I did,
Or the combination I broke that did me have.
Anyway, I have tuition tomorrow, and I'm very tired. Also, I'm posting pictures from our outing the other day, so you can imagine how I'm blogging two posts down at once. I'll blog again tomorrow or something, after washing my hair. Enjoy what's left of your holidays, support Dinara Safina (and don't forget to yell, "Davai Dinara!" at your TV screen while she's playing), and throw rotten fruit and used condoms at Serena Williams, because god was obviously in a bad mood when he made her.
You know I'm hoping you'll sing along,
Though it's not your favorite song,
Don't wanna be there when there's nothing left to say,
You know that some of us spin again,
When you do, you need a friend,
Don't wanna be there when there's nothing left for me,
And I hate the thought of finally being erased,
Baby that's the best of me,
Baby that's the best of me.

Lots of love,
Stephanie Mauresmo-Safina (just for the Aussie Open).