Practicality versus Image: It's a tougher choice than it should be.
Okay, pointless stuff out of the way first:
DO YOU LIKE ME OR ARE YOU SCARED OF ME?? Suddenly there's this new, careful, calculated distance between us.
Why do I get the sense that this new distance has something to do with the impending Valentine's? Even if, by some strange coincidence, I'm right about that and it is, does it make you nervous because you like me or because you know I like you and you're not comfortable about it?
If you don't tell me soon I'm so going to dig the 411 out of you with my bare hands.
Okay, now that that's over, let's go back to the usual, self-conceited, vain, arrogant and thick-skinned blogger that I am.
The Red Sea ferry incident... it's a bit strange. I heard from one of our diver buddies that apparently, they built the ship with more levels than normal, shifting the CG. But wouldn't that have been taken into account during the building of the ferry? Seems an unlikely factor.
Also, according to the Newpaper today, the Captain was a blumering idiot who tried to cover up and put out the fire and blew things up instead. Supposedly leapt off the ship like a real hero when the ferry started sinking. Believable, but still doubtful. What happened to training? What happened to standard procedures? Was this Captain really merely a blumering egoistic idiot?
It's really, really strange.
Going shopping for two-pieces!! Tomorrow!! Elusive two-pieces. That will be soooooo much more conveniant on a live-on-board. I've survived with normal swimsuits before, as my mum reminded me, but they are undoubtedly a real hassle when a girl needs to use the bathroom. Which was why I was always the only female diver in a normal swimsuit while every other auntie divers (no offense) were in two-pieces. But my bloated lower abdomen poses a challenge.
I should go cut my hair soon. About a good 5 to 7 inches.It'll be easier diving too, though a long ponytail would serve my mum good purpose when she tries to pull me away from triggerfish or something.
DO YOU LIKE ME OR ARE YOU SCARED OF ME?? Suddenly there's this new, careful, calculated distance between us.
Why do I get the sense that this new distance has something to do with the impending Valentine's? Even if, by some strange coincidence, I'm right about that and it is, does it make you nervous because you like me or because you know I like you and you're not comfortable about it?
If you don't tell me soon I'm so going to dig the 411 out of you with my bare hands.
Okay, now that that's over, let's go back to the usual, self-conceited, vain, arrogant and thick-skinned blogger that I am.
The Red Sea ferry incident... it's a bit strange. I heard from one of our diver buddies that apparently, they built the ship with more levels than normal, shifting the CG. But wouldn't that have been taken into account during the building of the ferry? Seems an unlikely factor.
Also, according to the Newpaper today, the Captain was a blumering idiot who tried to cover up and put out the fire and blew things up instead. Supposedly leapt off the ship like a real hero when the ferry started sinking. Believable, but still doubtful. What happened to training? What happened to standard procedures? Was this Captain really merely a blumering egoistic idiot?
It's really, really strange.
Going shopping for two-pieces!! Tomorrow!! Elusive two-pieces. That will be soooooo much more conveniant on a live-on-board. I've survived with normal swimsuits before, as my mum reminded me, but they are undoubtedly a real hassle when a girl needs to use the bathroom. Which was why I was always the only female diver in a normal swimsuit while every other auntie divers (no offense) were in two-pieces. But my bloated lower abdomen poses a challenge.
I should go cut my hair soon. About a good 5 to 7 inches.It'll be easier diving too, though a long ponytail would serve my mum good purpose when she tries to pull me away from triggerfish or something.
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