I'm so going to start writing down all the random things that the students at the tuition centre do. They bring all kinds of comedy and ridiculousness in between classes (sometimes even during them) that I really shouldn't waste all this blog-worthy hilarity.
So as I previously mentioned, I started working at this tuition centre at Hartamas called Pusat Tuisyen Minda Inspirasi in January. It's been really great and I'm really enjoying the work and the company of our nutty kids. Yup. Enjoying time spent with kids. Who would have thought, right?
Last Monday I was teaching Yusuf, one of my Maths students about locuses. And I just heard his voice in my head reminding me that they're called loci. FINE Yusuf you one upped me this time, they are called loci. I'm surprised he learned anything that day though. See, I have this eye infection that back then looked like someone had just punched me in the eye (Now I look like the hunchback of freaking Notre Dame, but who's keeping track right?) that really fascinated almost all the students in the centre. On the bright side of this sudden spotlight, some students who I think had never had a reason to talk to me finally did and I made new student friends YAY.
Anyway back to Yusuf. He was so distracted by my eye that whenever I taught him something, all he would say was "Does it hurt?" or "How long has it been there?" or "Have you seen a doctor?". I felt the love. I did.
OR.
He could have just been distracting me from locuses.
FINE I meant loci. Jeez.
Yusuf story, check.
On to the two little boys who are pretty much the darlings of the whole centre. Kabir and Luvdeep are Larry's students and they're at the centre almost every day. When they're not being crazy mischievous or rock-concert loud they. Are. ADORABLE!
One day when I was passing by Larry's class to grab a book or a cup of coffee or something, I did a classic double take and walked back to the door of his classroom to make sure I wasn't seeing things. Allow me to describe what I saw.
Kabir was sitting quietly and doing his work all diligently and Larry, having already given the boys their work to do, was getting some stuff done on his laptop. And what was Luvdeep up to, you ask? Oh nothing much, he was doing his work at the table too.
Except he was....under...the table.
Larry looked up to see my puzzled 'What the hell' face staring at him from outside the class. He shrugged helplessly and gave me a 'Don't even ask' face in reply while Luvdeep smiled in wolfish mischief from under the table. I proceeded to laugh for the next 10 minutes at the mental image that refused to disappear for the next 10 minutes or so.
Then there's RJ's student Beatrix? Beatrice? who came around the other day offering us a box of chocolate, saying, "Food?" Larry and I laughed and we had a nice discussion about whether or not chocolate could be described as food. It was a 'you had to be there' kind of funny but I wanted to blog about it anyway :D
Oddly I have met three students who remind me of my friends!! Only one of them is my student though. Her name is Leea and she reminds me sooo much of my friend Elisabeth. The way they talk is really similar. Then there's this Form 1 boy Daniel who is a carbon copy of my friend Chek, only of a different race lol. And there's this boy Hardiv who I could swear has been cloned using my friend Sanjeev's DNA.
It's very interesting. I have a theory that if I do this long enough I'll eventually have a student who reminds me of myself. I wonder if I'll love her or hate her for it lol.
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Monday, April 7, 2014
A Degree of Closure
Yes, yes, it’s been a while, I’m horrible, I really should find time to update more, yada yada yada. There, outpouring of guilt done.
But seriously, I really should update more. So much for having a passion that outlasted blogging being the latest trend. Hah.
Anyway, been running around like a headless chicken a lot lately. In other words, busy as usual. I’m settling into this whole tuition/tutoring thing. It’s going pretty well really :)
On the greyer side of life, Life Con test that accounts for 20% of my final grade is coming up on Friday. Joy. Someone, please, stop this rollercoaster of fun and cheer that is my degree life.
Speaking of my degree life, I had this odd feeling the other day when I was walking out of campus. I was looking around and daydreaming as usual when suddenly I had this weird out of body experience where I thought ‘Man…this is really ending’.
I mean, it’s Week 12 of my final semester already! It totally snuck up on me, I thought I was stuck in an endless time vortex where it stayed Week 8 forever. Next thing I knew the Bar List was out and the timetable for finals was out and it’s almost Easter and Lent’s almost over already (It feels like Ash Wednesday was yesterday. Really) and now finals is in three weeks (Three weeks? Two? Whatever, finals is coming) and…yeah.
My student life is almost officially over.
I guess the last time I thought the end was near it didn’t really feel like the end. I was freaking out about the future and strolling into the real world like I belonged there even though it felt more like I was desperately shoving my way out of childhood when I wasn’t ready and struggling to come to terms with it.
But it’s different this time.
I’ve slowly made my peace with the reality that I can’t stay in my little corner of the world anymore. It’s been an adventure putting a toe across the line that is adulthood. I know I’m not there yet, but I’ve accepted that it’s time to accept responsibility for myself and my life and my decisions, a little at a time.
Besides, I’ve done my time as a university student. The best part of life at uni has made its way to graduation already; the friends I’ve made, lost and held on to. Some still remain, but it’s not the same. I found my share of crazy stories about life as a student; eccentric lecturers, too smart to be true classmates, the annoyance that is 8am classes, the aura of wrath and potential homicide that surrounded the Faculty General Office. The rose tinted glasses have come on already, romanticizing the whole thing. It seems more funny than anything else now, which above all else convinced me that it was time to let go.
So this time when I walk into that hall to sit for my final paper, I hope it will be the last time. I have somehow found it in myself to remember my time in university with fondness instead of growling impatience.
Here’s to my last semester at the university we all used to mockingly call ‘our choice’ on a daily basis. To UTAR, the home of Unlimited Tests, Assignments and Reports (geddit, geddit, geddit??), the place that drained us dry, yet gave us memories to despise and unconditionally love in equal measure. To the next step in our journey that is our one life (Well, depending on what you believe that is) that has been one hell of a ride already.
To…us.
But seriously, I really should update more. So much for having a passion that outlasted blogging being the latest trend. Hah.
Anyway, been running around like a headless chicken a lot lately. In other words, busy as usual. I’m settling into this whole tuition/tutoring thing. It’s going pretty well really :)
On the greyer side of life, Life Con test that accounts for 20% of my final grade is coming up on Friday. Joy. Someone, please, stop this rollercoaster of fun and cheer that is my degree life.
Speaking of my degree life, I had this odd feeling the other day when I was walking out of campus. I was looking around and daydreaming as usual when suddenly I had this weird out of body experience where I thought ‘Man…this is really ending’.
I mean, it’s Week 12 of my final semester already! It totally snuck up on me, I thought I was stuck in an endless time vortex where it stayed Week 8 forever. Next thing I knew the Bar List was out and the timetable for finals was out and it’s almost Easter and Lent’s almost over already (It feels like Ash Wednesday was yesterday. Really) and now finals is in three weeks (Three weeks? Two? Whatever, finals is coming) and…yeah.
My student life is almost officially over.
I guess the last time I thought the end was near it didn’t really feel like the end. I was freaking out about the future and strolling into the real world like I belonged there even though it felt more like I was desperately shoving my way out of childhood when I wasn’t ready and struggling to come to terms with it.
But it’s different this time.
I’ve slowly made my peace with the reality that I can’t stay in my little corner of the world anymore. It’s been an adventure putting a toe across the line that is adulthood. I know I’m not there yet, but I’ve accepted that it’s time to accept responsibility for myself and my life and my decisions, a little at a time.
Besides, I’ve done my time as a university student. The best part of life at uni has made its way to graduation already; the friends I’ve made, lost and held on to. Some still remain, but it’s not the same. I found my share of crazy stories about life as a student; eccentric lecturers, too smart to be true classmates, the annoyance that is 8am classes, the aura of wrath and potential homicide that surrounded the Faculty General Office. The rose tinted glasses have come on already, romanticizing the whole thing. It seems more funny than anything else now, which above all else convinced me that it was time to let go.
So this time when I walk into that hall to sit for my final paper, I hope it will be the last time. I have somehow found it in myself to remember my time in university with fondness instead of growling impatience.
Here’s to my last semester at the university we all used to mockingly call ‘our choice’ on a daily basis. To UTAR, the home of Unlimited Tests, Assignments and Reports (geddit, geddit, geddit??), the place that drained us dry, yet gave us memories to despise and unconditionally love in equal measure. To the next step in our journey that is our one life (Well, depending on what you believe that is) that has been one hell of a ride already.
To…us.
Thursday, March 6, 2014
A Missing Friend
To all my wonderful fellow and former sufferers of the university I call my choice,
Larry, Locoma, BJF, Ishyshy, Christina, Bordi, Shu, Anna and Qades,
this is just because I missed you guys today :)
A missing friend
Is an uneaten half of a waffle I couldn't finish.
It is an unobserved eye roll at the ridiculousness of club activities on campus.
Or an unshared giggle directed at a once-hated lecturer.
A missing friend
Is a signature that need not be forged on an attendance list.
It is a silent lunch alone with a book.
An unexpressed rant about the lack of vegetarian food at the cafeteria.
A missing friend
Is an uncontrollable smile as memories of good times interrupt thoughts of Life Contingencies.
It is a hasty text about how classes are depressing when you clowns aren't around.
Possibly a plan to relive childishness and irresponsibility in all its glory.
Possibly over bak kut teh ;)
Missing you guys!!
Larry, Locoma, BJF, Ishyshy, Christina, Bordi, Shu, Anna and Qades,
this is just because I missed you guys today :)
A missing friend
Is an uneaten half of a waffle I couldn't finish.
It is an unobserved eye roll at the ridiculousness of club activities on campus.
Or an unshared giggle directed at a once-hated lecturer.
A missing friend
Is a signature that need not be forged on an attendance list.
It is a silent lunch alone with a book.
An unexpressed rant about the lack of vegetarian food at the cafeteria.
A missing friend
Is an uncontrollable smile as memories of good times interrupt thoughts of Life Contingencies.
It is a hasty text about how classes are depressing when you clowns aren't around.
Possibly a plan to relive childishness and irresponsibility in all its glory.
Possibly over bak kut teh ;)
Missing you guys!!
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
An Ash Wednesday
Well it's done it again. Lent has struck me unawares once more, making this the umpteenth Lent that I did not feel prepared for.
Today when I got my first vegetarian Lent meal, I felt like I was just pretending to be vegetarian for a mythical and completely made up season. How weird is that?
Anyway my oddities aside, other than my amazing meat, I really didn't know what to give up for Lent this year. I make it a point to give up meat because well, I've been doing it for a while now and it has never even gotten the slightest little bit easier. So I figure since it's so difficult for me to give up that it must be kinda important to me. Or just mightily taken for advantage. Take your pick.
So yeah, meat's a given.
There was one year when I was obsessing quite madly over JC Chasez when I decided I should give up watching JC/NSync videos for Lent. It....was interesting.
Scratch that it was terrifying and it just made me hyper aware of just how mad a fangirl I can be. Okay then. Confession time. Don't judge me.
Lent is supposed to be for 40 days, right? But if you actually add up all the days in Lent you get 47 days (or something like that. Whatever it's more than 40 days, okay??). This is because the Sundays in Lent aren't counted in the Lent season for some reason. So people like me latch onto this loophole for dear life during Lent and some people, namely me, probably wouldn't survive without these Sunday breaks from Lenten-ness.
I would actually stay up Saturday night watching the clock on my laptop til it struck 12, my cursor pointed and ready on the first NSync video I wanted to watch that night. I'd stay up like a mad person til 3 or 4 in the morning just watching video after video to ogle at the perfection that was JC Chasez. I know. I was mad.
Although he is kinda adorable and uh...
*drop jaw* Perfect. He's perfection at its absolute best. Its best I tell you!! Its best!!
Let me tell you how obsessed I was with this poor man who was being web stalked from across the globe. I just Googled JC Chasez gif images for both the pictures above that accentuates his absolute perfection, right? It has been years since my crazy obsession and I still know which video the gif image came from and with no hint necessary I could tell you WORD for WORD what he was saying.
I vowed never to do anything like that again. It was mostly because giving up JC for Lent had only fueled my obsession with him and I became...well, absolutely cuckoo.
So the other day, Hannah, who is now 13 and who I still babysit sometimes, was teasing me at church about that Lent when I gave up JC. Suddenly she got this huge grin on her face and she said, "Hey akka, you know what you should give up for Lent this year?"
I warily turned around knowing full well that this girl knew too many embarrassing things about me to not choose something that would hurt so much it would make me want to die a slow and painful death.
Sure enough, guess what she suggested I give up.
*cough cough* Um, yeah. *clear throat* Yeah, I'm okay. That just uh.... *wipe away drool* yeah, that took a lot out of me. *clear throat* I'm okay. Yeah, sure. I'm sure. Uhhuh.
HOW DID SHE EXPECT ME TO GIVE UP THOSE DIMPLES!!!????
I actually got mad at her for suggesting it. The poor girl was wondering why I was suddenly so flustered. I know I screamed the word 'no' a lot and 'never again'. I'm sure I threw in a 'hell no' in there somewhere too. I came very close to telling her (in a very mean and un-role-model-like behaviour) to mind her own business. But I came to my senses and realizing how rude it would have sounded, reined in my sudden burst of 'anger' (the inverted commas are there because I really don't know what possessed me) to tell her to "Mind her own Lent" instead. So instead of a blowout, we ended up planning to make one of those t shirts that said "Keep Calm & Mind Your Own Lent". Isn't that an idea? :)
So needless to say, I spent my Ash Wednesday morning drooling over, I mean studying and analyzing for future television references, an episode of The Originals which yet again featured a shirtless, I mean a riveting performance by Joseph Morgan.
Here's to another painful and meaningful Lent that we will all survive together ;)
Today when I got my first vegetarian Lent meal, I felt like I was just pretending to be vegetarian for a mythical and completely made up season. How weird is that?
Anyway my oddities aside, other than my amazing meat, I really didn't know what to give up for Lent this year. I make it a point to give up meat because well, I've been doing it for a while now and it has never even gotten the slightest little bit easier. So I figure since it's so difficult for me to give up that it must be kinda important to me. Or just mightily taken for advantage. Take your pick.
So yeah, meat's a given.
There was one year when I was obsessing quite madly over JC Chasez when I decided I should give up watching JC/NSync videos for Lent. It....was interesting.
Scratch that it was terrifying and it just made me hyper aware of just how mad a fangirl I can be. Okay then. Confession time. Don't judge me.
Lent is supposed to be for 40 days, right? But if you actually add up all the days in Lent you get 47 days (or something like that. Whatever it's more than 40 days, okay??). This is because the Sundays in Lent aren't counted in the Lent season for some reason. So people like me latch onto this loophole for dear life during Lent and some people, namely me, probably wouldn't survive without these Sunday breaks from Lenten-ness.
I would actually stay up Saturday night watching the clock on my laptop til it struck 12, my cursor pointed and ready on the first NSync video I wanted to watch that night. I'd stay up like a mad person til 3 or 4 in the morning just watching video after video to ogle at the perfection that was JC Chasez. I know. I was mad.
Although he is kinda adorable and uh...
*drop jaw* Perfect. He's perfection at its absolute best. Its best I tell you!! Its best!!
Let me tell you how obsessed I was with this poor man who was being web stalked from across the globe. I just Googled JC Chasez gif images for both the pictures above that accentuates his absolute perfection, right? It has been years since my crazy obsession and I still know which video the gif image came from and with no hint necessary I could tell you WORD for WORD what he was saying.
I vowed never to do anything like that again. It was mostly because giving up JC for Lent had only fueled my obsession with him and I became...well, absolutely cuckoo.
So the other day, Hannah, who is now 13 and who I still babysit sometimes, was teasing me at church about that Lent when I gave up JC. Suddenly she got this huge grin on her face and she said, "Hey akka, you know what you should give up for Lent this year?"
I warily turned around knowing full well that this girl knew too many embarrassing things about me to not choose something that would hurt so much it would make me want to die a slow and painful death.
Sure enough, guess what she suggested I give up.
*cough cough* Um, yeah. *clear throat* Yeah, I'm okay. That just uh.... *wipe away drool* yeah, that took a lot out of me. *clear throat* I'm okay. Yeah, sure. I'm sure. Uhhuh.
HOW DID SHE EXPECT ME TO GIVE UP THOSE DIMPLES!!!????
I actually got mad at her for suggesting it. The poor girl was wondering why I was suddenly so flustered. I know I screamed the word 'no' a lot and 'never again'. I'm sure I threw in a 'hell no' in there somewhere too. I came very close to telling her (in a very mean and un-role-model-like behaviour) to mind her own business. But I came to my senses and realizing how rude it would have sounded, reined in my sudden burst of 'anger' (the inverted commas are there because I really don't know what possessed me) to tell her to "Mind her own Lent" instead. So instead of a blowout, we ended up planning to make one of those t shirts that said "Keep Calm & Mind Your Own Lent". Isn't that an idea? :)
So needless to say, I spent my Ash Wednesday morning drooling over, I mean studying and analyzing for future television references, an episode of The Originals which yet again featured a shirtless, I mean a riveting performance by Joseph Morgan.
Here's to another painful and meaningful Lent that we will all survive together ;)
Saturday, February 22, 2014
A Jumbled Mess of Thoughts Part II
This is what happens when I've been too lazy to update and my life suddenly becomes so hip and happening. Okay fine, it's not that hip and happening, I just have a mad urge to blog about the smallest things that happen to me :)
So all the big networks in the US are clearly trying to torture me now because somehow all the shows I follow are on a month-long hiatus. Okay fine, I was just being dramatic. It's more like a two-week hiatus. But still. I've been without The Originals and Klaus/Joseph Morgan for too long :'(
Ngaaaahhhhh.
Sorry. Floor broke my jaw's fall.
SPEAKING OF THE ORIGINALS OMG KLAROLINE FINALLY HAPPENED (well sort of) ON THE 100TH EPISODE OF THE VAMPIRE DIARIES HOLY CRAP I WAS SO EXCITED AND ABSOLUTELY HORRIFIED BECAUSE OKAY NOBODY CARES BUT HE SAID HE'S NEVER COMING BACK OH GOD WHYYYY AND NOBODY KNOWS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT DO YOU BUT OMG KLAROLINE!!!
I hate to be using Tumblr slang but well it kinda kills you when your OTP finally shares a screen after goodness knows how many months and gahhh after their last scene in the Season 4 finale was so sweeeeet I'm gonna go sit in a corner and cry for a while now excuse me. But while I cry I might as well watch the scene again. After all, if this is all the Klaroline I'm going to be getting for the near future, I'm going to bloody well revel in this one scene. *burst into tears*
Okay I don't think I'm gonna stop crying anytime soon. I'll just type through the pain. *sob sob* Through the pain of watching them smile at each other like thaaaaaaaaaaaat. *sniffle*
You should have seen my Tumblr home page after this episode happened though. The entire thing was like a Klaroline shrine commemorating this epic Klaroline moment where Klaroline shippers all over the world died at "Hello Caroline".
For the sake of my sanity, for the sake of my well being, my state of mind and my overall health, he should not be able to smirk like that.
Speaking of fandoms that are ruining my life, after watching the last episode of Reign I think Mary and Bash are going to kill me too.
MUST they be so adorable together?? And he's so adorable when he's being all fiercely protective. And those blue, blue eyes....
Yup. My impending death. Right there.
I'm dead. I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead.
So all the big networks in the US are clearly trying to torture me now because somehow all the shows I follow are on a month-long hiatus. Okay fine, I was just being dramatic. It's more like a two-week hiatus. But still. I've been without The Originals and Klaus/Joseph Morgan for too long :'(
Ngaaaahhhhh.
Sorry. Floor broke my jaw's fall.
SPEAKING OF THE ORIGINALS OMG KLAROLINE FINALLY HAPPENED (well sort of) ON THE 100TH EPISODE OF THE VAMPIRE DIARIES HOLY CRAP I WAS SO EXCITED AND ABSOLUTELY HORRIFIED BECAUSE OKAY NOBODY CARES BUT HE SAID HE'S NEVER COMING BACK OH GOD WHYYYY AND NOBODY KNOWS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT DO YOU BUT OMG KLAROLINE!!!
I hate to be using Tumblr slang but well it kinda kills you when your OTP finally shares a screen after goodness knows how many months and gahhh after their last scene in the Season 4 finale was so sweeeeet I'm gonna go sit in a corner and cry for a while now excuse me. But while I cry I might as well watch the scene again. After all, if this is all the Klaroline I'm going to be getting for the near future, I'm going to bloody well revel in this one scene. *burst into tears*
Okay I don't think I'm gonna stop crying anytime soon. I'll just type through the pain. *sob sob* Through the pain of watching them smile at each other like thaaaaaaaaaaaat. *sniffle*
You should have seen my Tumblr home page after this episode happened though. The entire thing was like a Klaroline shrine commemorating this epic Klaroline moment where Klaroline shippers all over the world died at "Hello Caroline".
For the sake of my sanity, for the sake of my well being, my state of mind and my overall health, he should not be able to smirk like that.
Speaking of fandoms that are ruining my life, after watching the last episode of Reign I think Mary and Bash are going to kill me too.
MUST they be so adorable together?? And he's so adorable when he's being all fiercely protective. And those blue, blue eyes....
Yup. My impending death. Right there.
I'm dead. I'm dead I'm dead I'm dead.
A Jumbled Mess of Thoughts Part I
I finally decided that it's about time I stop mucking around and update :)
About time, right? Damn, I have so much nonsense to write about!! A not so surprising first would be THE WEATHER. No seriously, hasn't the weather been killing you guys? I feel like all I actively do lately is sweat. Profusely! And might I add that every time it rains I always happen to be sitting in my car stuck in a jam that the weather just makes worse so I haven't been able to fully appreciate precipitation. The fact that I'm sick does not at all help seeing as I've been avoiding air conds lately because I wouldn't want to antagonize the mess that is my blocked nose. Which feels like it has been stuffed with Styrofoam by the way.
Okay, weather rant. Check.
Work, on the other hand, has been going very well. Larry was awesome enough to get me an interview at this new tuition centre he's been working at and as they say, the rest is history. I absolutely love my boss and my coworkers and everything about it. Well except how Desa Sri Hartamas seems to be in a constant traffic jam and the fact that looking for parking in that place seems to be a quest worthy of a Lord of the Rings trilogy. And to my absolute joy, there's so much food places around the centre that even I, the devourer of snacks cannot find anything to complain about :)
Oh and I simply must write about my Valentine's Day experiences. I was reminded about the madness of the day in quite an extreme way when I was passing by this school and some school boy ran in front of my car like a madman. I wasn't going very fast or anything but still, this guy was in considerable risk given that a motorist also had to swerve to avoid him. When he reached the other side of the road I eye stalked him in my rearview mirror to see what he had been running towards because well, I just have way more curiosity towards random events than most people should have. Guess what I saw? This boy ran across the road just to go up to some girl and carry her books for her. Okay, then. It really must have been Valentine's.
So in the evening I went to watch Tales From The Bedroom, this compilation of 10 short plays at KLPAC. It really was pretty entertaining. I was with Nat and Larry's friend Shimi who both entertained me by always talking to me at the same time. Anyway the play that Larry directed was a great success so I was very proud of him :)
That's me, Nat, Larry, his cast members Marcus and Sharanya, and Shimi.
Anyway after the play we headed to Publika to meet Joash and his crazy friends for a while. Nat, Shimi and I then proceeded to have the awkwardest night ever talking and laughing amongst ourselves instead of with the others because all the other people there were pretty much still in date-mode and were all happy and Valentinesy.
But Nat and I did see this car covered in stuffed animals on the way there. I jumped to the weirdest conclusion ever, thinking that some overzealous boyfriend had covered his girlfriend's car in them before Nat wisely interrupted my crazy thoughts by saying someone was selling them. Yeah, that made way more sense.
Anyway I had driven Max the Sunny since Joash was the one who actually had a date and all. Not that I didn't have a date, that is. Nat and I had a really great Valentine's Day as girl dates lol. So anyway, I naively thought that if anyone was going to be having car trouble it was going to be me in my dying Sunny right? WRONG.
Just when Nat and I had gotten home and changed into comfortable clothes to munch on our snacks and watch a movie and go to bed, I get a call from my brother telling me that the Persona had a flat tyre LOL. So Nat and I didn't bother to change and went to meet him and park behind him in the middle of the road while he changed the tyre. That's right, me and Nat were there purely for moral support as Joash changed the tyre by himself. Basically he had only called me because he needed one of the tools from Max.
Which explains why I look so happy in this picture, I guess. I was expressing my delight at the fact that I wasn't needed for actual manual labour :)
About time, right? Damn, I have so much nonsense to write about!! A not so surprising first would be THE WEATHER. No seriously, hasn't the weather been killing you guys? I feel like all I actively do lately is sweat. Profusely! And might I add that every time it rains I always happen to be sitting in my car stuck in a jam that the weather just makes worse so I haven't been able to fully appreciate precipitation. The fact that I'm sick does not at all help seeing as I've been avoiding air conds lately because I wouldn't want to antagonize the mess that is my blocked nose. Which feels like it has been stuffed with Styrofoam by the way.
Okay, weather rant. Check.
Work, on the other hand, has been going very well. Larry was awesome enough to get me an interview at this new tuition centre he's been working at and as they say, the rest is history. I absolutely love my boss and my coworkers and everything about it. Well except how Desa Sri Hartamas seems to be in a constant traffic jam and the fact that looking for parking in that place seems to be a quest worthy of a Lord of the Rings trilogy. And to my absolute joy, there's so much food places around the centre that even I, the devourer of snacks cannot find anything to complain about :)
Oh and I simply must write about my Valentine's Day experiences. I was reminded about the madness of the day in quite an extreme way when I was passing by this school and some school boy ran in front of my car like a madman. I wasn't going very fast or anything but still, this guy was in considerable risk given that a motorist also had to swerve to avoid him. When he reached the other side of the road I eye stalked him in my rearview mirror to see what he had been running towards because well, I just have way more curiosity towards random events than most people should have. Guess what I saw? This boy ran across the road just to go up to some girl and carry her books for her. Okay, then. It really must have been Valentine's.
So in the evening I went to watch Tales From The Bedroom, this compilation of 10 short plays at KLPAC. It really was pretty entertaining. I was with Nat and Larry's friend Shimi who both entertained me by always talking to me at the same time. Anyway the play that Larry directed was a great success so I was very proud of him :)
That's me, Nat, Larry, his cast members Marcus and Sharanya, and Shimi.
Anyway after the play we headed to Publika to meet Joash and his crazy friends for a while. Nat, Shimi and I then proceeded to have the awkwardest night ever talking and laughing amongst ourselves instead of with the others because all the other people there were pretty much still in date-mode and were all happy and Valentinesy.
But Nat and I did see this car covered in stuffed animals on the way there. I jumped to the weirdest conclusion ever, thinking that some overzealous boyfriend had covered his girlfriend's car in them before Nat wisely interrupted my crazy thoughts by saying someone was selling them. Yeah, that made way more sense.
Anyway I had driven Max the Sunny since Joash was the one who actually had a date and all. Not that I didn't have a date, that is. Nat and I had a really great Valentine's Day as girl dates lol. So anyway, I naively thought that if anyone was going to be having car trouble it was going to be me in my dying Sunny right? WRONG.
Just when Nat and I had gotten home and changed into comfortable clothes to munch on our snacks and watch a movie and go to bed, I get a call from my brother telling me that the Persona had a flat tyre LOL. So Nat and I didn't bother to change and went to meet him and park behind him in the middle of the road while he changed the tyre. That's right, me and Nat were there purely for moral support as Joash changed the tyre by himself. Basically he had only called me because he needed one of the tools from Max.
Which explains why I look so happy in this picture, I guess. I was expressing my delight at the fact that I wasn't needed for actual manual labour :)
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
A Mind...Blasted
Yes, yes, it's been forever. What else is new right? I've been running around like a headless chicken a lot lately. December was pure, unadulterated madness to say the least and I spent almost half of January recovering from the hustle and bustle of it all.
So I was watching this new show Reign right? I only started watching it because it was about Mary, Queen of Scots and I'm a total sucker for these historical drama types of shows. So I watched the latest episode the other day and all of a sudden I found myself in a frenzy of disbelief. Needless to say I am now in the mood for some good ol bashing of every character in the show *evil smile*.
Now, now, Reign fans. Hold your horses and hear me out okay?
Let me just say that my powers of foresight scare me sometimes because before even watching the show or reading a summary or anything, I took one look at this picture and groaned. I groaned for a full minute and thought, "They're brothers fighting over her aren't they?"
Turns out, they're half brothers. One is the future king of France and the other is the king's bastard son. Needless to say I had a cathartic moment and needed to lie down. I realised this was going to be The Vampire Diaries all over again. Only instead of vampires and werewolves there would be royalty and politics.
Don't get me wrong I'm absolutely fascinated by the show. So Mary has been betrothed to Francis, Dauphin of France since she was 6. But she was sent away for her protection because everyone wanted her dead so that Scotland would be up for grabs. At the beginning of the show, she gets sent back to French court where it's assumed that she'll be safer. So the drama begins.
Okay I admit that I usually hate a lot of heroines. An awful, terrible lot. So far, Mary seems to be an exception.
I mean just look at that face. She's adorable :)
So yeah, had no problem with her. She's clever and soooo pretty and well, she's not just a pretty face so that's nice.
Her and Francis have a great connection too. They have the most adorable eye contact.
One would think they would get married and live happily ever after. Then this happens.
So some stuff happens, Mary and Francis fall in love, they have ONE fight (well granted it was a huge fight because some other woman was chasing after him and he was being a bit of a jerk), and then...
You. Have. Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me.
Seriously? Poor Francis I tell you. One fight and of all people you go running around kissing his brother?? I mean yeah he's really...
Yeah. Okay fine, so he's really and I mean REALLY pretty and Bash has got to be the most adorable nickname for Sebastian that I've ever heard in my entire life but come ON. You want both the Dauphin and the bastard son? Come on now Mary, don't make me despise you like I despise Elena bloody Gilbert!!
Anyway after all that has been sorted out and Mary and Francis are all happy and getting ready to be married, suddenly the queen (Francis's mother who doesn't hate Mary but is trying to protect Francis. I think.) chooses to tell Mary why she's been making things very difficult for her. Nostradamus (who can kinda see the future) has seen that if Mary marries Francis, he'll die.
*dum dum DUMMMMMM*
But Mary still needs to marry the future king of France because Scotland and France want to claim the throne of England together. Guess what her solution was.
Legitimize Bash and marry him.
Acceptable, of course. She doesn't want Francis to die, but she still loves FRANCIS right???
One episode later, just ONE episode, mind you...
I could not possibly be more confused. I get the whole we've got to make this work even though the politics suck thing. But WHAT ON EARTH IS HAPPENING??????
Does she love them both? Does she love Francis but kinda like Bash, disturbing as that may be because nobody else seems to mind being attracted to two people related by blood at the same time? Does she love Francis sort of, but now is kinda falling for Bash? But....within one episode?
If Bash wasn't so blue eyed and stubble-y I could have been in serious danger of being completely thrown by the lack of logic here.
But....*sigh*....I suppose I'm okay with that face being all the logic Mary needs.
It's certainly all the logic I need. *wink*
So I was watching this new show Reign right? I only started watching it because it was about Mary, Queen of Scots and I'm a total sucker for these historical drama types of shows. So I watched the latest episode the other day and all of a sudden I found myself in a frenzy of disbelief. Needless to say I am now in the mood for some good ol bashing of every character in the show *evil smile*.
Now, now, Reign fans. Hold your horses and hear me out okay?
Turns out, they're half brothers. One is the future king of France and the other is the king's bastard son. Needless to say I had a cathartic moment and needed to lie down. I realised this was going to be The Vampire Diaries all over again. Only instead of vampires and werewolves there would be royalty and politics.
Don't get me wrong I'm absolutely fascinated by the show. So Mary has been betrothed to Francis, Dauphin of France since she was 6. But she was sent away for her protection because everyone wanted her dead so that Scotland would be up for grabs. At the beginning of the show, she gets sent back to French court where it's assumed that she'll be safer. So the drama begins.
Okay I admit that I usually hate a lot of heroines. An awful, terrible lot. So far, Mary seems to be an exception.
I mean just look at that face. She's adorable :)
So yeah, had no problem with her. She's clever and soooo pretty and well, she's not just a pretty face so that's nice.
Her and Francis have a great connection too. They have the most adorable eye contact.
One would think they would get married and live happily ever after. Then this happens.
So some stuff happens, Mary and Francis fall in love, they have ONE fight (well granted it was a huge fight because some other woman was chasing after him and he was being a bit of a jerk), and then...
You. Have. Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me.
Seriously? Poor Francis I tell you. One fight and of all people you go running around kissing his brother?? I mean yeah he's really...
Yeah. Okay fine, so he's really and I mean REALLY pretty and Bash has got to be the most adorable nickname for Sebastian that I've ever heard in my entire life but come ON. You want both the Dauphin and the bastard son? Come on now Mary, don't make me despise you like I despise Elena bloody Gilbert!!
Anyway after all that has been sorted out and Mary and Francis are all happy and getting ready to be married, suddenly the queen (Francis's mother who doesn't hate Mary but is trying to protect Francis. I think.) chooses to tell Mary why she's been making things very difficult for her. Nostradamus (who can kinda see the future) has seen that if Mary marries Francis, he'll die.
*dum dum DUMMMMMM*
But Mary still needs to marry the future king of France because Scotland and France want to claim the throne of England together. Guess what her solution was.
Legitimize Bash and marry him.
Acceptable, of course. She doesn't want Francis to die, but she still loves FRANCIS right???
One episode later, just ONE episode, mind you...
I could not possibly be more confused. I get the whole we've got to make this work even though the politics suck thing. But WHAT ON EARTH IS HAPPENING??????
Does she love them both? Does she love Francis but kinda like Bash, disturbing as that may be because nobody else seems to mind being attracted to two people related by blood at the same time? Does she love Francis sort of, but now is kinda falling for Bash? But....within one episode?
If Bash wasn't so blue eyed and stubble-y I could have been in serious danger of being completely thrown by the lack of logic here.
But....*sigh*....I suppose I'm okay with that face being all the logic Mary needs.
It's certainly all the logic I need. *wink*
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