1. I discovered that my 'bff' is having another life and in her new life I'm only a shipping address, twenty bucks cheaper than her country. I have intimacy issues. When I get too close, I don't detach easily.
2. My new friend in school, whom I already dislike because of the country she's from (again. I'm not a racist, I'm a nationalist!), called me Felicia on facebook and asked me to correct her paper. What the fuck? I knew you for two minutes and here you are hijacking my life. Nationalist-theory trumps.
3. Out of awkwardness and desperation I asked my cousin (B) to join me taking flamenco classes. I can't do on Mondays and Wednesdays. She can't do on Mondays and Thursdays. On real life, Spanish dancers actually dance on Friday nights. No one offers classes on Tuesdays. So it's either the elderly classes on Sunday or the toddler classes on Saturday. Geez I gotta search harder.
4. I have three outlines due next week and two midterms the day after the due dates. I'm still watching 30 Rock instead of the documentary of the bloody gory East Timor that I have to watch just to get 'references'. I haven't even begun typing Dali in the search engine and yet here I am blogging because megavideo decides to let me wait for 54 minutes because I've watched 72 minutes of 30 Rock today!
5. My eyes are puffy and my head is heavy because I fought majorly with Husky last night. Just to found out that I'm too dependent, too comfortable and too weak to actually want to have a family and babies and dogs with him. Oh I tell you, he's pretty strong when he wants to.
6. I'm watching a hell lot of Senator McCarthy. BARF BARF BARF.
7. Just to add to the abnormality, the Winter Olympics is here and last week I watched 4 live-size northern horses mounted by the Royal Canadian Mountain Police patrolling downtown. Geez they don't have horses in Jakarta anymore with the exception to the outskirts area but man are those horses HUGE! They make those Javanese horses look like ponies. Yes it's freaking weird to see horses and downtown in a same sentence. Did I mention I was buying daily coffee and the horses just trotting in front of the coffee house? Next time you hit Starbucks for a daily dose of caffeine, be prepared, because you don't know what's lurking by the corner. Might be a horse. Or four.
Why can't life be simple, just work. And love tags along. So I can have different lovers in different week, while I can focus on the big propaganda plan to bring down non-state actors and establish a country based only on realpolitik, but with post-modernist approach.
On a soft mushy side of life, maybe I can just have one lover who can handle my mood-swing and take me down each fight. We can have love, peace and rock and roll in different country each different week. When we're old enough we can settle down in somewhere sunny (where cars and houses are affordable and nudity is perceived as a form of art instead of moral insult - I gotta thing for roman-greco statues) and instead of babies, we raise puppies and eat beef. That country must have Kiehl's because their shampoos are the best, I can't stop touching my hair right now.
Soldier of Love
I'm still alive.
I can happy all night
But Mom said that if you laugh too hard at night, you will have nightmare. I think the positive energy I have right now is not even threatened by the idea of having a nightmare. I think nightmare actually shrink away from this positive energy. Gosh I think I should change my obnoxious self-proclaimed banner to something nice and sunny and positive. Like walruses or polar bears.
Stop frowning, you're getting older by the minute. C'mon, smile with me. Yes, you can do it. SMILE. Just a little! Yes, that's a good girl....
Stop frowning, you're getting older by the minute. C'mon, smile with me. Yes, you can do it. SMILE. Just a little! Yes, that's a good girl.
Big big happy
Cousin A:
My cousin is major awesome. She plays hockey and loves animal. She also finds 10yo with makeups are disgusting. We are all socially awkward I think. Not good at small talks and stuff. But I just had a three hours chat with my cousin and that's beyond anything I thought could happen today!
I may not be making sense. But anyway. My cousin is awesome.
Cousin B:
She flew a plane today.
I'm bred into awesome families. I love my Indonesian, Hongkong, British (not that I've spoken to any of them since, well, 7. But I love the dogs and sheep. I love especially our dog, Chichi, who must've had grandpuppies by now. Thanks a lot, Dad), Singaporean (not so much, my Singaporean uncle is very quiet and my Singaporean auntie is quite a talker. Someone had a diabetes and I think passed away last year. Bless his/her soul. As for my Singaporean cousin who works in Barbie company, yes, very plastic.) and Canadian families. Thanks Mom and Dad....
Friday, January 22, 2010
My cousin is major awesome. She plays hockey and loves animal. She also finds 10yo with makeups are disgusting. We are all socially awkward I think. Not good at small talks and stuff. But I just had a three hours chat with my cousin and that's beyond anything I thought could happen today!
I may not be making sense. But anyway. My cousin is awesome.
Cousin B:
She flew a plane today.
I'm bred into awesome families. I love my Indonesian, Hongkong, British (not that I've spoken to any of them since, well, 7. But I love the dogs and sheep. I love especially our dog, Chichi, who must've had grandpuppies by now. Thanks a lot, Dad), Singaporean (not so much, my Singaporean uncle is very quiet and my Singaporean auntie is quite a talker. Someone had a diabetes and I think passed away last year. Bless his/her soul. As for my Singaporean cousin who works in Barbie company, yes, very plastic.) and Canadian families. Thanks Mom and Dad.
Mean girls
A few days ago, moi et ma copine chatted about the past. We had a blast just talking about it. But later that night, I started to recap on the past and on our conversation. There was always gossips about whose body odor, whose outfits, whose crazy hair and who's socially retarded. I guess during those days I never imagined that I will be on that spot. New to everything and judged in about everyway.
One of the thing I like here in Canadian classrooms is that I can speak up. I can ask as many questions as I like and being loved for it. It's like a method of survival you know. Mes profs will finish one sentence or two and ten hands will automatically raise in the air. Those are not bullshits even, those are, ahem, intellectual queries.
But it is the thing that I have that sometimes contradict with the norm, that my fellow Canadian classmates will not interrupt. I can't judge the South Eastern part of the world like they do. They label them poor but I've seen better. They label them uneducated but hello, I'm a southeastern and my grade is better than yours. They label them - politically adverse but yaiks do you know how much U.S. is indebted to them? There are labels. Some ignorant even blabbed that U.S. recession impacted the whole world like 2012. Did she know what happen during the Asia Economic Crisis?
Those are the points that I put forth. I even put forth about the things that I have learned in my arts classes: isolation (NOT integration), sweatshops (NOT free trade expansion) and the saddest part is instead of deregulation such as what promoted by the so called free trade, U.S. is one of the most careful country in the world.
It is not in my nature to oppose whatsoever American but the thing is, our class is talking about something that is happening in Darfur, in Iraq, in India, in China, and other southeastern parts of the world. Just because the U.N interferes does not mean that the country is blameless, just because the U.N. interferes does not mean that there is a subsequent antagonist. What I'm saying is, there are two sides of coin. Labels should not be allowed and judgments should be kept until both sides have been carefully studied. Those are not just about issues. What needs to be deregulated is not the market, but the double standards concerning southeastern parts of the world!...
Thursday, January 21, 2010
One of the thing I like here in Canadian classrooms is that I can speak up. I can ask as many questions as I like and being loved for it. It's like a method of survival you know. Mes profs will finish one sentence or two and ten hands will automatically raise in the air. Those are not bullshits even, those are, ahem, intellectual queries.
But it is the thing that I have that sometimes contradict with the norm, that my fellow Canadian classmates will not interrupt. I can't judge the South Eastern part of the world like they do. They label them poor but I've seen better. They label them uneducated but hello, I'm a southeastern and my grade is better than yours. They label them - politically adverse but yaiks do you know how much U.S. is indebted to them? There are labels. Some ignorant even blabbed that U.S. recession impacted the whole world like 2012. Did she know what happen during the Asia Economic Crisis?
Those are the points that I put forth. I even put forth about the things that I have learned in my arts classes: isolation (NOT integration), sweatshops (NOT free trade expansion) and the saddest part is instead of deregulation such as what promoted by the so called free trade, U.S. is one of the most careful country in the world.
It is not in my nature to oppose whatsoever American but the thing is, our class is talking about something that is happening in Darfur, in Iraq, in India, in China, and other southeastern parts of the world. Just because the U.N interferes does not mean that the country is blameless, just because the U.N. interferes does not mean that there is a subsequent antagonist. What I'm saying is, there are two sides of coin. Labels should not be allowed and judgments should be kept until both sides have been carefully studied. Those are not just about issues. What needs to be deregulated is not the market, but the double standards concerning southeastern parts of the world!
How does that work?
Ideal reply: Because your mom says so.
If you only have one name, most likely you'll have problems. Not in Asia, in North America. Everywhere I go, I have this problem.
Cases in point:
1. I can't change my nick name to my real name on facebook. Pourquoi? Because I only have one name. I can only fill it in first or last, I can't have both.
2. ICBC issued my driver's license successfully at first. After they see that I only have one name, they chucked away my card. I had to call them to reissue and convinced them that my name is not a scam.
3. Immigration officers are always interested in the story. They will have the first 5 minutes interrogating moi on my name, if not using the whole 10 minutes discussing the same topic.
4. I have my name repeated twice on: banks, mastercards, libraries, ID-card, upass (they put 'G' as my first name. How cool is that?), discount cards, schools and all memberships. Yeah. So I always get 'Does the first name pronounced differently from the second?' or 'You have two identical names?'. Mostly i'll say that I have only one name and they ask 'How does that work?'.
5. People asks for my ID for everything name related. When they see my ID, they will ask, "How does that work?"
I'll tell you how it works: I have two birth certs. On my original birth cert, which is British, I have two names. My name and my father's sure name. But then I also have the second birth cert when I'm back to Indonesia, which consists only one name. My mom never changed her name to my father's name, so I follow my mom. And it is OK not to have last name in Indonesia. Since I then live in Indonesia, I have been using my Indonesian birth cert, until now. Little did I know that it will pose this much international concerns....
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
If you only have one name, most likely you'll have problems. Not in Asia, in North America. Everywhere I go, I have this problem.
Cases in point:
1. I can't change my nick name to my real name on facebook. Pourquoi? Because I only have one name. I can only fill it in first or last, I can't have both.
2. ICBC issued my driver's license successfully at first. After they see that I only have one name, they chucked away my card. I had to call them to reissue and convinced them that my name is not a scam.
3. Immigration officers are always interested in the story. They will have the first 5 minutes interrogating moi on my name, if not using the whole 10 minutes discussing the same topic.
4. I have my name repeated twice on: banks, mastercards, libraries, ID-card, upass (they put 'G' as my first name. How cool is that?), discount cards, schools and all memberships. Yeah. So I always get 'Does the first name pronounced differently from the second?' or 'You have two identical names?'. Mostly i'll say that I have only one name and they ask 'How does that work?'.
5. People asks for my ID for everything name related. When they see my ID, they will ask, "How does that work?"
I'll tell you how it works: I have two birth certs. On my original birth cert, which is British, I have two names. My name and my father's sure name. But then I also have the second birth cert when I'm back to Indonesia, which consists only one name. My mom never changed her name to my father's name, so I follow my mom. And it is OK not to have last name in Indonesia. Since I then live in Indonesia, I have been using my Indonesian birth cert, until now. Little did I know that it will pose this much international concerns.
Sisters
Today I sat beside a girl who carries 'Make friends with Death'. Apparently a novel? To add to the tension, I'm actually analyzing Vanitas arts. And to top it up, today is my cousin (A)'s birthday. Yes so I came late. I had my aunt, cousin A, uncle and cousin B waited for about... hm 15 minutes. I'm sure my cousins mind. But cousin A and I connected, we actually TALKED the whole dinner, journey home, and at home. So now after we cut the cake, I checked facebook and cousin B posted 'Fuck This'. And THAT was two hours ago, when I came late and everyone's waiting for food. So it could be that 1) cousin B had a bad day or 2) Cousin B is having a bad day with the prospect of 2 exams tomorrow or 3) Cousin B is having a bad day because moi came late, which prolonged the dinner - she has two exams, remember? or 4) Cousin B doesn't like moi and cousin A talk while the only thing I talked about with Cousin B was the menu. Or 5) Cousin B either doesn't like the dinner, moi, or cousin A. Or being forced to have the dinner.
Well obviously, cousin G (MOI) is overthinking (again!)....
Saturday, January 16, 2010
For the interview with Lady Gaga, check this link out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZxHTtNWdAns...
Well obviously, cousin G (MOI) is overthinking (again!).
Poker in a different face
For the interview with Lady Gaga, check this link out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZxHTtNWdAns
Survival Tips: Thinking of Forgood-ing?
A.K.A: I wish I had known this before.
Whether you're going back for good or deferring for a year, or simply taking long vacation, the cost of paying rent of an international student is a waste of any monetary resources, to the extent of compensating your vacation plan. So you have no choice than: a) subletting your place or b) get rid of your stuff.
If you are a), you have to make sure to have your landlord's consent and assured that, by heaven's grace, the subletee is not a criminal. Now let's talk about b).
Furniture is easier. Many new international students (like vous) are looking for affordable furniture. So as long as the furniture is clean and is not bulky (that's why IKEA is always the better option), sell it for reasonable price and sooner or later, someone will come and grab it.
Now your livinghood is a completely different story. Although luggage is based on piece system for flights to North America, flights to Asia are weight system. If I recall correctly, airlines have 24-23Kgs rules. So you can't fit your whole year into that 24/23kgs. You gotta get rid of your things.
Clothes, for example, can always be donated. You won't get your money back unless they are all branded items. Which even so, it is against all odds for people to pay more than 50 bucks for a wellworn clothes (albeit branded), without tag. Unless maybe they are collector's items? The process will test your patience. You can also consider flea markets. But from what I gather from living abroad, baby, never, ever, ever, spend more than 50 bucks for seasonal fashion. Only the essentials are worth it: jeans and jackets. Maybe one or two good boots and sneakers. Trust me, I learned it the hard way, you'd rather toss your heels and pack light than to pay for excess baggage.
But again, if I were you, I'd donate them all to Salvation Army. No fuss no muss.
Books, though, are different matter altogether. Books are very precious and, yes, very heavy. But here are some tips for textbooks. You can always resell your textbooks on the buyback event on your campus. OR, you can sell it online at barnesandnobles.com, or abebooks.com. Do google and compare the offering price. OR you can sell it on campus bulletin to students. The latter always have better bargain.
Or this is a trick: load all your books in your hand carry. Carry it will all your might. They won't weigh it, but pray they won't dog you out because the limit is two pieces of, if I remember correctly, 7kgs.
If everything fails, you will end up like moi. The cost of shipping 15kgs of my precious books to Indonesia is about 300 CAD. Local post office, on the other hand, cost 120CAD more. Now at this point, I have no other options than to pay that amount! And yes I have books too in my luggage, thank you very much.
So, moral of the story?
Being an international student is about experience. It is not measured by how many items you purchased abroad. It is not a vacation. In fact, you actually pay for getting tortured by exams, papers, social dramas, local food and horrible weather. The items you purchased are irrelevant altogether. So unless they are textbook, or must-haves (like my 7KG 30,000 Years of Art by Phaidon), GO TO PUBLIC LIBRARY. As for clothing? A word of advice: two weeks WITHOUT Zara, H&M and Topshop won't kill you. On the contrary, you might actually save up for a trip down to Cancun.
Now that sounds much better than paying for shipping, doesn't it?
PS: It's always easier said than done. Sale is everywhere, btw. In fact, I'm seriously considering to buy the DiscoBra....
Thursday, January 14, 2010
And completely and totally in love with this band....
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Whether you're going back for good or deferring for a year, or simply taking long vacation, the cost of paying rent of an international student is a waste of any monetary resources, to the extent of compensating your vacation plan. So you have no choice than: a) subletting your place or b) get rid of your stuff.
If you are a), you have to make sure to have your landlord's consent and assured that, by heaven's grace, the subletee is not a criminal. Now let's talk about b).
Furniture is easier. Many new international students (like vous) are looking for affordable furniture. So as long as the furniture is clean and is not bulky (that's why IKEA is always the better option), sell it for reasonable price and sooner or later, someone will come and grab it.
Now your livinghood is a completely different story. Although luggage is based on piece system for flights to North America, flights to Asia are weight system. If I recall correctly, airlines have 24-23Kgs rules. So you can't fit your whole year into that 24/23kgs. You gotta get rid of your things.
Clothes, for example, can always be donated. You won't get your money back unless they are all branded items. Which even so, it is against all odds for people to pay more than 50 bucks for a wellworn clothes (albeit branded), without tag. Unless maybe they are collector's items? The process will test your patience. You can also consider flea markets. But from what I gather from living abroad, baby, never, ever, ever, spend more than 50 bucks for seasonal fashion. Only the essentials are worth it: jeans and jackets. Maybe one or two good boots and sneakers. Trust me, I learned it the hard way, you'd rather toss your heels and pack light than to pay for excess baggage.
But again, if I were you, I'd donate them all to Salvation Army. No fuss no muss.
Books, though, are different matter altogether. Books are very precious and, yes, very heavy. But here are some tips for textbooks. You can always resell your textbooks on the buyback event on your campus. OR, you can sell it online at barnesandnobles.com, or abebooks.com. Do google and compare the offering price. OR you can sell it on campus bulletin to students. The latter always have better bargain.
Or this is a trick: load all your books in your hand carry. Carry it will all your might. They won't weigh it, but pray they won't dog you out because the limit is two pieces of, if I remember correctly, 7kgs.
If everything fails, you will end up like moi. The cost of shipping 15kgs of my precious books to Indonesia is about 300 CAD. Local post office, on the other hand, cost 120CAD more. Now at this point, I have no other options than to pay that amount! And yes I have books too in my luggage, thank you very much.
So, moral of the story?
Being an international student is about experience. It is not measured by how many items you purchased abroad. It is not a vacation. In fact, you actually pay for getting tortured by exams, papers, social dramas, local food and horrible weather. The items you purchased are irrelevant altogether. So unless they are textbook, or must-haves (like my 7KG 30,000 Years of Art by Phaidon), GO TO PUBLIC LIBRARY. As for clothing? A word of advice: two weeks WITHOUT Zara, H&M and Topshop won't kill you. On the contrary, you might actually save up for a trip down to Cancun.
Now that sounds much better than paying for shipping, doesn't it?
PS: It's always easier said than done. Sale is everywhere, btw. In fact, I'm seriously considering to buy the DiscoBra.
In love with this song!
And completely and totally in love with this band.
Darfur: oversimplified
Can we really, really pinpoint at who's wrong and WHAT's wrong at such problematic scheme? I mean, the situation has so many layers in it and books have been written about it. To summarize it with two sentences are just really, politically and intellectually, incorrect. And what's more, are we, students who are keen to start learning politics, supposed to summarize it in our terms - when! - it's unclear which perspective we should and could use?
Argh. Anyway, drama overload this morning. Should go out and eat raw meat.
PS: College is still awesome....
Thursday, January 7, 2010
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Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Argh. Anyway, drama overload this morning. Should go out and eat raw meat.
PS: College is still awesome.
Maybe
Banana in a bag
My digestion is jetlagging. I suppose that explains the flu. Apart from the flu, and the jetlag, I am happy. Very, merry happy. My college is awesome. Or I am awesome.
At home I am loved. Very much by cuzin's Retriever who'll jump (literally) in excitement when he sees me. That will be cute if only he is NOT weighed at seven pounds. Yeah, think of how many nights at Tony Roma's mincing those meat. Let's not be disgusting and move on. Where were we? Awesomeness, yess.
Now remember all the courses I took? Yeah, they are awesome too. History of Western Art II? Awesome. Especially since I got these art history books laying around since The Dark Ages. My classmates are a lot of reserved creative people. Observer, you know, future curators. I think. They don't speak too much. But we have this pretty blond with all the bombs sitting in front of the class. I'm still weighing whether to make friends with the elitist or stay under the radar. The latter suggests a more peaceful life. I can't afford drama now, can I.
Intro to IR? Awesome. Different classmates of course, very serious people. Serious, serious. And a very loud future activist (I can totally imagine her barking at PM Harper for the Alberta tar sands policy) sat beside me today and she was so loud, I can barely hear myself. And I'm not even joking about this ones: A lot of cute guys. I don't mean those pretty-boys. I mean quarterly-life, comforting height, geek specs under messy I-dont-have-time-for-this hair, but clean appearance and afterfives. What's not awesome about it? The most awesome part is the girls: they, too, have the I-dont-have-time-for-this look. I love IR class.
Modern history is a different scenario altogether. Full of interesting people. Good looking, badlooking, prim geek to the stud aficionados. We were discussing world war I and II and the class erupted in heated discussion regarding the German strategies. I was dumbfounded. Well, I know about the acquisition of Poland in 1939, but I did not know that Vichy is actually a republic (I know Vichy is a skincare brand, though!). So let alone the thought of moi knowing wth is a Luftwaffe. Then we go on about talking about Blitzkrieg (Today I learned that Krieg is the German of War) and Stalingrad. When the metal boy exclaimed upon the sight of Rommel, I gave up. I jotted down whatever was said (that alone is HARD, since the lecture went on at the speed of The Orient Express). I took a breather when the lecture talked about Mussolini. I always think that Italy and Indonesia have similar political condition. At least I know what happened there. But no, I put my hope too high. The lecture ended with a screening of WWI/II series. I simply could not fathom what the host was saying (In my defense, it was a bucketload of German). On that note, I shan't further embarrass myself. This weekend I will lock myself up in library.
Awesomeness doesn't stop there. My dinner was an utter waste of 7 bucks. It tasted like Banshee's hair. It was a disgrace to Chinese food. But after walking a little bit more I saw Bath and Body Work on sale and I almost died. I must be crazy because of the flu or actually have fever out of jetlag because you know what? I GOT OUT WITHOUT BUYING.
Something is wrong with awesomeness....
Monday, January 4, 2010
At home I am loved. Very much by cuzin's Retriever who'll jump (literally) in excitement when he sees me. That will be cute if only he is NOT weighed at seven pounds. Yeah, think of how many nights at Tony Roma's mincing those meat. Let's not be disgusting and move on. Where were we? Awesomeness, yess.
Now remember all the courses I took? Yeah, they are awesome too. History of Western Art II? Awesome. Especially since I got these art history books laying around since The Dark Ages. My classmates are a lot of reserved creative people. Observer, you know, future curators. I think. They don't speak too much. But we have this pretty blond with all the bombs sitting in front of the class. I'm still weighing whether to make friends with the elitist or stay under the radar. The latter suggests a more peaceful life. I can't afford drama now, can I.
Intro to IR? Awesome. Different classmates of course, very serious people. Serious, serious. And a very loud future activist (I can totally imagine her barking at PM Harper for the Alberta tar sands policy) sat beside me today and she was so loud, I can barely hear myself. And I'm not even joking about this ones: A lot of cute guys. I don't mean those pretty-boys. I mean quarterly-life, comforting height, geek specs under messy I-dont-have-time-for-this hair, but clean appearance and afterfives. What's not awesome about it? The most awesome part is the girls: they, too, have the I-dont-have-time-for-this look. I love IR class.
Modern history is a different scenario altogether. Full of interesting people. Good looking, badlooking, prim geek to the stud aficionados. We were discussing world war I and II and the class erupted in heated discussion regarding the German strategies. I was dumbfounded. Well, I know about the acquisition of Poland in 1939, but I did not know that Vichy is actually a republic (I know Vichy is a skincare brand, though!). So let alone the thought of moi knowing wth is a Luftwaffe. Then we go on about talking about Blitzkrieg (Today I learned that Krieg is the German of War) and Stalingrad. When the metal boy exclaimed upon the sight of Rommel, I gave up. I jotted down whatever was said (that alone is HARD, since the lecture went on at the speed of The Orient Express). I took a breather when the lecture talked about Mussolini. I always think that Italy and Indonesia have similar political condition. At least I know what happened there. But no, I put my hope too high. The lecture ended with a screening of WWI/II series. I simply could not fathom what the host was saying (In my defense, it was a bucketload of German). On that note, I shan't further embarrass myself. This weekend I will lock myself up in library.
Awesomeness doesn't stop there. My dinner was an utter waste of 7 bucks. It tasted like Banshee's hair. It was a disgrace to Chinese food. But after walking a little bit more I saw Bath and Body Work on sale and I almost died. I must be crazy because of the flu or actually have fever out of jetlag because you know what? I GOT OUT WITHOUT BUYING.
Something is wrong with awesomeness.
First day
Honestly my first day back is nothing that I had expected. I was expecting an early wake up, then go to campus, buy books, get id, get upass, go to broadway to register at AA, go to downtown, get other stuffs & number, then go home, have dinner and sleep to recuperate.
Today I:
- woke up midday at 2pm, struck by a mild panic. Did not go to campus, missed 3 classes. Did not get books, id, or upass OR MEDICAL.
- Did not go to broadway. Instead, I went to Downtown.
- Did not get otherstuffs (yet). Instead, I went straight to H&M, spent a considerable amount on underwear and shawls. I intended to get another boots, but DID NOT get anotherboots although it's 40% off the already marked-down price.
- I DID, however, got my number. YAY.
- I got the other stuffs, but not all. I'm still missing a mug, detergent and printer-ink.
- I did not go straight home. I stopped at Bread Garden, had my dinner & first cuppa. Then read.
- Now I should feel utterly miserable, but I feel joyous instead. I took the long walk in cold drizzle that I'm very proud of. It filled me up with silence. I had my first phone-chat with my cousin whom I mistaken for the other cousin. It was about bus direction which she knew very little of. But she was very sweet. So I was very sweet too. It definitely went better than last night's dinner, where the both of them weren't speaking and I was jetlagged (apparently until 2 pm today). Anyways, I'm happy that I didn't get lost (that's what you get when you pray for grace everyday!), although my current block is very intricate.
Gosh, I thought I wouldn't say this after last year's bad break up with this city. But I'm glad we made up, Vancouver. It's good to be here....
Today I:
- woke up midday at 2pm, struck by a mild panic. Did not go to campus, missed 3 classes. Did not get books, id, or upass OR MEDICAL.
- Did not go to broadway. Instead, I went to Downtown.
- Did not get otherstuffs (yet). Instead, I went straight to H&M, spent a considerable amount on underwear and shawls. I intended to get another boots, but DID NOT get anotherboots although it's 40% off the already marked-down price.
- I DID, however, got my number. YAY.
- I got the other stuffs, but not all. I'm still missing a mug, detergent and printer-ink.
- I did not go straight home. I stopped at Bread Garden, had my dinner & first cuppa. Then read.
- Now I should feel utterly miserable, but I feel joyous instead. I took the long walk in cold drizzle that I'm very proud of. It filled me up with silence. I had my first phone-chat with my cousin whom I mistaken for the other cousin. It was about bus direction which she knew very little of. But she was very sweet. So I was very sweet too. It definitely went better than last night's dinner, where the both of them weren't speaking and I was jetlagged (apparently until 2 pm today). Anyways, I'm happy that I didn't get lost (that's what you get when you pray for grace everyday!), although my current block is very intricate.
Gosh, I thought I wouldn't say this after last year's bad break up with this city. But I'm glad we made up, Vancouver. It's good to be here.