Monday, September 27, 2010

Minus the pain

No LA needed.


I was about to blog about how I am a firm believer that elevator buttons should be pressed constantly so that it gets there faster. Once couldn't possibly be enough.



But then I received a phone call.

No one I cared about died. Nor did I win Miss Nicaragua/Universe 2010.



How can you stand watching your own blood wandering aimlessly through life when everyone else is slowly finding their place in this world? Don't you see that living life isn't some competition?


I find little things in life like watching Mean Girls with my roommate 35 times over as some form of joy. I feel excited at the thought of having to finally go to class because I've not seen some of my classmates for a long time. I like to watch my dad fall asleep on the couch while I steal the remote control lying on his belly.



He sees nothing. He doesn't see anything remotely close to the warmth of hot chocolate on a rainy day. Because you caged him.

Forget about acquiring status and money, let him breathe. Learn. Let him go on a date, chaperoned.


Today I accomplished something, nothing colossal. But having that feeling made me realize how much he wants to feel the same too.

I hope you see that.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Don't do this to me.


We're just at the wrong place.
At the wrong time.
All the time.


Today I found friends on facebook that I didn't know I had. Explains why I have 749 friends, which does not make sense at all.



Because in my heart and mind, I have an estimated 30, maybe 40 friends that I keep in touch on a regular basis. The rest are hi bye friends, so...how's the weather friends, eye candy friends, long time no see! then nothing else to talk about friends, we love each other on the outside but deep down we want to castrate them friends, you name it.



You know what else facebook does? It makes you forget birthdays. It's like when we started using cellphones we forget phone numbers. If your cellphone number has a cool jingle to it, fine I can manage. I can remember 7552525 though I've never had Pizza Hut where I lived. But if it's really random numbers like 0168256341. Macam susah.



But with 700 over friends and counting, I suppose I need something to remind me about birthdays. I can't keep track, I have better things to do.

Like playing Farmville. And taking love quizzes. And reading about what God wants me to know on this day, on facebook.



I gotta stop being so sarcastic.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Icing on your nose

The breeze on my face.


When I entered AIMST for my degree they issued me a new ID. I was ready to throw away my old one. But when I got my new ID, I saw that they reused my old picture. Bummer.



This ID has been a constant reminder of how long I've been here. 3 years. I've gone from hardworking foundation student to uhm, dental student. My relatives think I can go around pulling teeth because it seemed like I've been in here too long they must think I've been repeating this course 6 times over.



It may have been 3 years but I don't feel it being an agonizing pain in the prostate. Though this place did give me high cholesterol.



I don't understand why chicken rice balls are famous. I find it rather overrated. Maybe people are attracted to spherical objects. Football. Boobs.
I find rolling zinc oxide eugenol into balls very comforting.
So does rolling the gunk you dig out from your nostrils.

Friday, September 3, 2010

I loathe excessive positivity

Mostly because, I can't have it.



Jeannette fun fact #621

I collect way too much junk. When I spring cleaned my room last month, I found bookshop receipts from 2007. I didn't throw them back then and I don't plan on throwing them now because I need to show them to the bookshop uncle!



My purse has more receipts that cash. To the untrained eye it gives the illusion that I have lots of money. Technically that can be translated as I do have the money. Where would I get all the receipts from?


Speaking of llamas. Here's how they sound. Like a beat up truck.
And do not confuse a llama with an alpaca.



All this is weirdly a turn on.
Kidding.