April 19, 2010
Tonight I was bed ready at 8.
It was one of the times where I really didn’t get enough sleep the night before, and then to make up for lost sleep, i’d start sometime between 7 pm to 8 pm, and wake up refreshed in the morning.Well, that’s the theory…
So much for theory.
The practice is somewhat different. I went to bed at 8, and was asleep when about 20 menit after 8, I heard obnoxious, loud noise coming from in front of my room.
The tutoring had begun.
The downside of living in a boarding house? It’s a boarding house. Means there are other boarders beside you. And some of the boarders are stupid high-school student who need private tutoring so they don’t flunk high-school math/physics/chemistry.
Yeah, I had a tutor, too in high school. But it was five or six tutors for more than a hundred student, and the fee is cheaper than my high school tuition and I didn’t have to had everything explained to me in a dumbed-down manner and in obnoxiously loud voice!
A lot of my fellow boarders are actually high school student and almost all of them had tutor over and the tutoring went on in front of my room. Wonder what is fucking wrong with their own room.
But their tutor was this one guy, who I had met since I moved in, and his voice was not loud. Well, I can still hear him in my room, but it was more like a whisper. This other teacher came with a new girl that just moved in, and his voice? I can hear all the emphasis used. Like tonight? He was teaching about mirrors, lenses, and fob, and sok. Whatever, SOB.
So I was awoken, only 20 minutes after I slept. Then I opened the door, looking for the ‘Hey-someone’s-in-there-even-though-the-light’s-out-must-be-because-she-was-asleep-let’s-keep-our-voices-down. And did it succeed?
Then I got frustrated and started playing music. And turned the volume to maximum.
Hey, two can play this game.
Somewhere between the sixth or seventh song, I get creative and started to lower the volume and max-ed it in the refrain. One of my favorite song was “Shut Up” (Simple Plan).
Yea, I can be very petty at times…
April 8, 2010
Err…they wanted to know my research objectives and/or focus.
Well, that makes the two of us. I would also like to know my research objectives and/or focus. *grin*
I would’ve never pegged myself to have a doctoral degree. When I was a kid, I pictured myself going into university and studying Accounting (sort of a family profession). And then I go and work somewhere. And then…
Well, my picture stops after I got a job. Not much of an imaginative kid, granted.
I’m not entirely sure, but it involves Paris, dresses, a dog named Buttercup, lots and lots of shoes, and a handsome tennis player who is also a concert pianist.
I’m kidding of course.
About the dog’s name.
But at least it’s not Marylin Monroe. That’s such bad taste. I think Marylin Monroe’s turning inside her grave as we speak. And poor Tinkerbell. I presume the poor Cihuahua is dead or is in an animal pound?
Well anyhoo…they asked me questions like, “What kind of research area are you interested in?”
“Where do you see yourself in 10 years?”
“Ummmmm…well…ten years is an awful long period of time. So…umm…
“Why do you think research is for you?”
“Ummm…well…I am a very curious person…?”
April 8, 2010
I just got back from a wake.
It is 1 in the morning.
And then I go into the bathroom, and in the hurried-ness of things, I fell on my bum.
Like in a cartoon, you know, where characters stepped on a banana peel and then fell oh-so-funnily?
I did that.
Sans the banana peel.
And sans the funny factor.
Really not funny.
Now my back aches like shit.
I’m twenty-one but I feel like a-hundred-and-twenty-one years old.
April 6, 2010
It’s 15 minutes to 3, in the morning.
Yes, the morning where everyone is asleep. Everyone except for owls, burglars, children who wore awoken by nightmares, people who are in the middle of a Grey’s Anatomy DVD-marathon, super-secret spy, people who live in the other side of the globe where it’s still mid-day, and people who took a pill for headache.
The pill for headache contains not only 500 mg of acetaminophen-slash-paracetamol, but also a peppy 65 mg caffeine.
Western medicine is so advanced.
What next, they’re gonna put sildenafil citrate in cough syrups?
Yeah, next time I ran out of coffee, I’ll just take one of the pill.
Yay for happy, bouncy, insomniac me!
Bye now, gonna try counting sheep.
Oh, by the way, sildenafil citrate? Viagra. In case ya don’t know… Lack of sleep makes people do and say and write ridiculous stuff.
March 30, 2010
Seems like I’ve been abandoning my current wordpress blog for the (not-so-)new and exciting tumblr!
Check out my tumblr if you please… 😉
March 7, 2010
So I had a conversation like this with a shop girl today:
Me: Do you have any alarm clocks?
Shop girl: Yes, we do *motioning the various clocks on display*. What kind do you want?
Me: Umm…the cheapest one.
Yes, I lost it this morning. No, not my alarm clock, unfortunately. Sadly, it’s my cellphone that I lost. My cellphone which has always doubled as my alarm. And since I have trouble waking up even WITH an alarm, I thought it’s be best for me to find one soon.
Damn, I love that small, sleek, sophisticated, scratched phone.
RIP, dear cellie… 😦
February 22, 2010
So today concludes my IELTS test, with a last section: speaking.
I was given a time slot at 10.40 at first, but because I have class, I asked for a switch.
So at 11.45 I entered the examination room and met Marge.
Her name was Marge Something, I cannot remember. Let’s just call her Marge.
Marge the nice, super skinny lady who laughs a lot.
She started with the easy part, and asked me things about myself. In particular, where I live (‘boarding house’), do I like living there (‘yes, it’s close to the university and to a department store’ LOL), how is the condition in that area (‘very crowded on Saturdays and Sundays, thanks to the people from Jakarta). And then she asked me about the custom in Indonesia, whether young people tend to leave home or stay there, whether Indonesian people tend to buy their homes or rent, and somehow, despite my shyness 😉 I managed to blabber away. I talk about how people will not learn to take care of themselves if they stayed home with their parents, but of course there are also advantages to living at home, such as people will do your laundry, make sure you eat three meals a day. I haven’ t talked that much to a stranger.
Of course it might have something to do that I paid USD 180 for this test, and it is not a very wise thing to seal your lips at times like this.
Well, my father paid USD 180. Still…
Part 2 is where I get a topic, and 1 minute to think about what I’m going to say and 1 to 2 minutes to talk about that topic.
And part 3 is discussion topic, supposedly connected to the topic in part 2.
But somehow, while I described a person I lived with, she started discussing fashion with me. Well, she did ask several questions related to part 2, like: do you think you are an easy person to live with? (‘yes, of course’ XD).
Fashion? Is it that obvious? Am I that obvious?
And so I blabber about Indonesian people’s sudden interest in batik.
I did ask her at the end, “How did I do?”
She said very well, but she could be very well telling a white lie.