So just 30 minutes ago I was in a (fairly hidden) bar in Melbourne discussing about how me and so many of my friends really are grandmas deep down inside.
It started off with us 4 girlfriends watching Sex and the City 2 (yes, I know a bit try hard right? 4 girls watching SATC2...) But it just so happened that it worked out that way. Then after the movie, one friend had to leave coz she was dead tired (she'd had her final exam this afternoon, so I can't blame her). So we called another friend to join us for a few drinks - turned us down because it was wet and cold out. Right. Who was she kidding? Grandma Rule #1 - don't use the same excuses your fellow grandma friends would use to wiggle out of similar situations i.e. don't give me the same damn excuse I would use on someone else I was too grandma to go out with! But that was alright because being grandmas ourselves, we understood where this friend of ours was coming from. So we opted not to pressure her into joining us because that would be just plain mean.
Walked to this well hidden and quite quiet wine bar and proceeded to get ourselves a drink each. Turns out that my apple cider, innocent as it sounds, was 2.9 standard drinks! Holy crap... How deceiving was that? Needless to say, I was as tipsy as the needle on a compass by the time I was halfway through that bottle of cider. (And the only reason why I could come up with that analogy of the compass needle is because I am still about as tipsy as said compass needle right now). And the only reason why I would be is because I've been staying at home all these weekends and my alcohol tolerance is right at ZERO. Hah. GRANDMA.
So alright, we were discussing the 'grandma' phenomenon that has seemed to have taken over the vast majority of my friends who are still uni students in Melbourne. Turns out that quite a lot of us make excuses to stay at home on a Friday night to watch all those classic rom coms that they show on Channel 7 rather than having to dress up to go for a night out in the city. Being the self-confessed grandma that I am, I must say that I totally have been there and done that :p And I would do it again and again and again. And really, how many people have done that exact same thing? Which brings me back to the question of just how many of us truly are grandmas deep down inside?
Is it really so bad to just want to stay home after a whole day out, and lie on your couch and munch on random deep fried crap and watch some brainless television? Haven't we done enough to deserve it? Do we really feel so insecure that we need to force ourselves to go out for a night of hard partaying just to remind ourselves that we still have what it takes to be 'happening' when all we really want to do is snuggle up in bed and sleep? I'm quite proud to say that my friends and I came to a wonderful compromise of choosing to relax at a bar (only half grandma!) and just chat and catch up rather than choosing to be either extremely try hard and to go clubbing at a super packed club or be extremely grandma and just stay home.
At this point, I'm not so sure where this post is headed. But I figured, it's high time I voiced out my opinion of something that I do actually feel needs to be put out there, before I forget. So I will stop here now. Hopefully in another 30 minutes I will be alright too cook up a Maggi mee goreng and just laze in my 'reading corner' Grandma style :)
C'mon, grandma or not, you have to admit that doing just that is one of the best feelings in the world?!
Saturday, 26 June 2010
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Thursday, 13 May 2010
Why, hello again!
It is 10:24pm and I'm supposed to be typing up a report for an assignment that is due at 10am tomorrow. But being the well-behaved uni student that I am, I have managed to find just under a million things to do instead in a desperate act of procrastination. No, I don't usually sit down to watch Criminal Minds on TV on Thursday nights. But I did just now anyway :p
Just felt like having a little monologue here since I haven't done so in quite awhile. Is it wishful thinking to hope that someone is reading this?
Life as a final year university student is everything I expected it to be and more. Even as I type this, I feel as if I am stealing precious time that could have been used for more prosperous pursuits. And by that, I mean, getting myself a healthy portion of the measly 8% that my assignment is worth.
Random, but somehow relevant - I sometimes feel like I am something of a jack of all trades, but master of none. I have an endless list of things that interest me and hobbies that I want to pick up. But alas, time casts a net over me and I end up having tried many things but not being able to excel in any of them.
OK, so now I REALLY should get back to this blegh report that I have to write.
Blogs like this actually sound kinda sad in retrospect. Like I'm talking to myself. Haha. Still, I console myself with the fact that 10 years from now when I find the time to sit back and re-read all these posts, it will all be worth it :)
I know this post should rightfully end here, but I just remembered something that happened this morning that should never, and I repeat, NEVER happen again. For the sake of my poor little stomach. I tried to make a banana smoothie with one above average-sized banana for 1 tall glass of smoothie. BIG mistake. What I ended up with was a glass of thick and gooey banana paste, which I had to EAT rather than drink. LOL. Story of my life. Next time, my plan is to eat half the banana first and then use the other half to make myself a smoothie. I think the ratio of banana to milk should be about right then.
Ok fine. That's all for now. The end :)
Just felt like having a little monologue here since I haven't done so in quite awhile. Is it wishful thinking to hope that someone is reading this?
Life as a final year university student is everything I expected it to be and more. Even as I type this, I feel as if I am stealing precious time that could have been used for more prosperous pursuits. And by that, I mean, getting myself a healthy portion of the measly 8% that my assignment is worth.
Random, but somehow relevant - I sometimes feel like I am something of a jack of all trades, but master of none. I have an endless list of things that interest me and hobbies that I want to pick up. But alas, time casts a net over me and I end up having tried many things but not being able to excel in any of them.
OK, so now I REALLY should get back to this blegh report that I have to write.
Blogs like this actually sound kinda sad in retrospect. Like I'm talking to myself. Haha. Still, I console myself with the fact that 10 years from now when I find the time to sit back and re-read all these posts, it will all be worth it :)
I know this post should rightfully end here, but I just remembered something that happened this morning that should never, and I repeat, NEVER happen again. For the sake of my poor little stomach. I tried to make a banana smoothie with one above average-sized banana for 1 tall glass of smoothie. BIG mistake. What I ended up with was a glass of thick and gooey banana paste, which I had to EAT rather than drink. LOL. Story of my life. Next time, my plan is to eat half the banana first and then use the other half to make myself a smoothie. I think the ratio of banana to milk should be about right then.
Ok fine. That's all for now. The end :)
Tuesday, 30 March 2010
Butt Pain
I'm not sure whether it was the little slip in the bathtub or sitting on the hard choir benches at Ormond or my bad sleeping posture that did it. But the result of one of the aforementioned occasions is that my tailbone is now SORE and I can't sit down, or walk, or even STAND properly!!!
I now literally have a pain in the butt :p
I now literally have a pain in the butt :p
Wednesday, 24 March 2010
It's Been Awhile!
Wow. Just checked my blog and realised that the last time I had written something on it was more than 2 months back! This is officially the longest dry spell I've had. Ever. It's funny to note that the only reason for this absence is that I have had many more pressing matters to attend to than typing up posts that question the meaning of life or marvel at the wonders of retail therapy (for example) i. e. I actually had a life.
Another thing that I am beginning to notice now is that I have lost a large chunk of my ability to put my thoughts to words in an effective and coherent manner. The thinking part of my brain is working just fine - firing off at an average of about 10 thoughts per second. It is the communicative part of my brain that needs some oiling. I'm not entirely sure if the previous 2 sentences make any sense, but bear with me - the oiling process is a long and tedious one, not for the faint-hearted...
So anyway, since this post has evolved to become one that ridicules my own intelligence (or lack of), I might aswell share a teeny story about a silly thing I did today. Please note that like the previous part of this post, what you are about to read may or may not make much sense or be much of a story... It will all be decided shortly. So my story:
I had just finished my tutorial and was walking back home when I was hit with an urgent craving for hot chocolate. "Aha!", I thought to myself. "I shall get myself a cup at the cafe next to the Law Building. Shobana, you genius." I then proceeded to walk to the said cafe and order myself a medium hot chocolate. I was given a receipt with a number on it, and cleverly stood in such a way that I was close enough to hear my number if it was called out yet far enough to be out of the way for other people who wanted to place their orders. There I stood for a good 10 minutes thinking "Gee, these baristas sure like to take their time with the orders". And then it hit me - I'd been waiting at the wrong place the whole time!!! Meh. Walked the 3 steps it takes to get to the drink counter and saw my hot chocolate on it. There are no words to describe my embarrassment at having waited like an idiot in the wrong part of the cafe the whole time. And mind you, this was a really tiny cafe! So I grabbed my now cold hot chocolate and power-walked back to my apartment, making sure that my hair covered as much of my face as possible just in case someone I knew had witnessed my stupid moment (which in retrospect is highly improbable, but it's better to be safe than sorry?).
Hah! You'd think from reading this story (I've decided that it sounds quite like a proper story after all) that I must have some form of mental retardation/self-esteem issues. But hey, it only happens to the best of us :p
Oh and since I haven't ogled at him in a while, here is a hawt picture of Wang Lee Hom to wrap up this post :)
Another thing that I am beginning to notice now is that I have lost a large chunk of my ability to put my thoughts to words in an effective and coherent manner. The thinking part of my brain is working just fine - firing off at an average of about 10 thoughts per second. It is the communicative part of my brain that needs some oiling. I'm not entirely sure if the previous 2 sentences make any sense, but bear with me - the oiling process is a long and tedious one, not for the faint-hearted...
So anyway, since this post has evolved to become one that ridicules my own intelligence (or lack of), I might aswell share a teeny story about a silly thing I did today. Please note that like the previous part of this post, what you are about to read may or may not make much sense or be much of a story... It will all be decided shortly. So my story:
I had just finished my tutorial and was walking back home when I was hit with an urgent craving for hot chocolate. "Aha!", I thought to myself. "I shall get myself a cup at the cafe next to the Law Building. Shobana, you genius." I then proceeded to walk to the said cafe and order myself a medium hot chocolate. I was given a receipt with a number on it, and cleverly stood in such a way that I was close enough to hear my number if it was called out yet far enough to be out of the way for other people who wanted to place their orders. There I stood for a good 10 minutes thinking "Gee, these baristas sure like to take their time with the orders". And then it hit me - I'd been waiting at the wrong place the whole time!!! Meh. Walked the 3 steps it takes to get to the drink counter and saw my hot chocolate on it. There are no words to describe my embarrassment at having waited like an idiot in the wrong part of the cafe the whole time. And mind you, this was a really tiny cafe! So I grabbed my now cold hot chocolate and power-walked back to my apartment, making sure that my hair covered as much of my face as possible just in case someone I knew had witnessed my stupid moment (which in retrospect is highly improbable, but it's better to be safe than sorry?).
Hah! You'd think from reading this story (I've decided that it sounds quite like a proper story after all) that I must have some form of mental retardation/self-esteem issues. But hey, it only happens to the best of us :p
Oh and since I haven't ogled at him in a while, here is a hawt picture of Wang Lee Hom to wrap up this post :)
Friday, 8 January 2010
Malaysia: The Land of Psycho Drivers With A Death Wish
ZOMG. Just got home from work after being stuck in the office rush hour jam for over 1 hour!!! I must say that just as I was starting to think that us Malaysians were becoming more courteous on the road, I changed my mind. Cars cutting across from the extreme right to the extreme left; Cars not giving other cars way; Selfish drivers who drive right past the queuing cars and cut in right at the front of the lane when some of us have been obediently waiting in line at the traffic light. You name it, in these past 5 days I've seen it all. Well, nearly all. By the time I reach home, all I want to do is stomp around in fury and frustration, pulling at my hair, screaming, and basically behaving like your typical psycho-bitch throwing a tantrum. But I don't. Because I'm not a psycho-bitch (I hope...).
Seriously, I think our road and traffic system here in KL and the surrounding areas is crumbling and crumbling like concrete that has failed its slump test. As a budding engineer (hah!), I really can't see how this situation is going to improve unless the government pumps in billions of Ringgit to upgrade our public transport system and make the roads bicycle and pedestrian friendly. The latter requires extra road space - which is something that is direly lacking in this part of the country. So again, I don't see how things are going to improve. Maybe someone should propose multiple level roads... That might work.
But anyway, yeah. The traffic here. I don't know. I guess it's something we have to live with. Or we could move to Denmark.
Another 3.5 weeks in this crazy traffic.... I can do it. I can do it.. I CAN DO IT.
boo :(
Seriously, I think our road and traffic system here in KL and the surrounding areas is crumbling and crumbling like concrete that has failed its slump test. As a budding engineer (hah!), I really can't see how this situation is going to improve unless the government pumps in billions of Ringgit to upgrade our public transport system and make the roads bicycle and pedestrian friendly. The latter requires extra road space - which is something that is direly lacking in this part of the country. So again, I don't see how things are going to improve. Maybe someone should propose multiple level roads... That might work.
But anyway, yeah. The traffic here. I don't know. I guess it's something we have to live with. Or we could move to Denmark.
Another 3.5 weeks in this crazy traffic.... I can do it. I can do it.. I CAN DO IT.
boo :(
Friday, 1 January 2010
Happy New Year 2010!
I love ushering in the new year because of the possibilities that it presents me with. Being the optimist that I am - the new year means new people, new trends, new lessons, new experiences... the list of new somethings is virtually endless! So you can just imagine how exciting it is to step into this new year (this new decade, actually) knowing that there is room for so many wonderful things to be seen and done. Remember the good times from last year, and leave all the bad times in the past where they belong - time to build some awesome new memories :)
The best word to describe my new year's eve celebrations last night is... interesting(?). I had decided to be a champion of sorts and attend 2 new year's celebrations in one night. Well, it seemed like a good idea then. Bad move!! Had an amazing time with friends - dinner, champagne and an awesome view of the KLCC fireworks from the 25th floor of the Traders Hotel. What more could I ask for right? The company of my other friends... Greedy me. To cut the long story short, my first morning of 2010 (after the nice dinner and fireworks) involved sweaty crowds, littered city streets, jam-packed public transport (LRT), an expensive cab ride, driving around in a frantic rush, and a failed clubbing outing. Finally got home and into my bed at 5a.m. Haha. Eventful much?
Having said that, I didn't mind any of it one bit :) The company that I was in more than made up for all the shortcomings mentioned above. (cue *awwww*)
Some people say that how you start the new year is how you'll be spending the rest of the year... If that is true, I'm going to have to prepare myself for one giant roller-coaster ride this 2010.
2 words - BRING IT :p
Happy New Year, everyone!
Random photo of the night - the fountain at KLCC park as seen from 'The Apartment' balcony
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