People's person, I am not
Gum pains aren't really fun, especially when you're supposed to be conducting interviews. Urgh. I guess I'll go have my gum & teeth checked out by the uni's dentistry... by the interns and such. The building's beside my building on campus, so it's pretty convenient. Although, gotta check on the practice hours. I think the afternoon shift is at 4 pm till 7 pm, and I'll get the senior interns to do me. Er, as in, check me up. Meanwhile, I have 2 interviews scheduled for today. I just hope it goes well and I won't be grimacing as much. Gah.
Yesterday, my professor dropped off these old books of hers. She's selling these secondhand books for Rp 5000 a piece. That's about US$0.50. A friend and I, who were doing some research in the library, got first dibs on the books. He was stoked because he got a good copy of 'Memoirs of a Geisha', among other things. I got myself this Agatha Christie omnibus, 'Psychoanalytical Approach to Shakespeare' (ok, the book was pretty old, but it's still interesting to me. Maybe I just miss psych too much :P), 'the Bostonian' by Henry James, Faulkner's 'Absalom! Absalom!' and a few other books that I just can't remember right now. There were these books by George Orwell and Aldous Huxley that I'm interested in getting, but the books were pretty dusty (and old). I don't think my allergies will agree with me reading those books. But hey, if anybody wants, I can pick them up for you. Some of them might need new binding though since, again, they're so old. Hehe, I even found a copy of Max Havelaar's 'Mulatuli' (which also needs to be bound again). No, not gonna buy it. Just thought I'd mention it.
Ok, this is nothing new. But this time, I just wanted to share something that shocked me the other day. I was taking the 610 Metro Mini, and these 3 guys came on the bus and started spewing out their 'poetry'. These guys, well, boys technically, I'm pretty sure were drunk. What shocked me was that one of them actually groped the girl sitting in front of me. Maybe he was drunk, he didn't know what he was doing, but maybe it was a form of intimidation. If it was the latter, it worked, because after their 'poetry reading' (more like concealed threats), they 'asked for donations' and people actually gave them the money, more money than what they'd usually give out to street musicians. The girl in front of me, obviously declined to give money and protested in silence. One of the guys kept on waiting for her, prompting her with his stares, but I guess after the groping, the girl was ready to do the battles of wills and probably she's prepared herself to defend herself physically. Her pride was bruised after all. When she didn't dole out the money they wanted, the dude collecting went on to me. I 'politely' declined (you know, politely, being completely fake, but looking them in the eyes and making it appear sincere) and the guy went on to other people. Huh, that was weird, and a relieve. And it's actually proof that it's okay if you decline, as long you do it in a non-threatening manner. These guys were really drunk, and they couldn't even walk straight. At the time, I thought that if I had to kick their asses or get hurt trying, what the heck. Tis the season after all. Oh yeah, one of the drunkards actually had the audacity to say 'happy fasting' and such. Dude, if you're trying to appreciate people doint their religious rituals, you don't subtly mug them, nor do you be unrespectful to women, no matter how attractive they seem to be. Yeah, the girl was pretty, and that was probably the reason she got groped. But no, it wasn't her fault. I refuse to think that because a girl is alluring it gives other people, especially men, a justification for bullying them.
A part of me chastised myself for being stunned when the deed happen in front of me and not reacting accordingly. Another part of me chastised that part of me for pseudo-heroic thoughts that will get me into trouble, again. Like when I went against 5 pickpockets in the Depok - Pasar Minggu bus in my early college days, and I wasn't even the one who got er, victimized. There was this high school girl in front of me, carelessly leaving her back-pack open and on her back. One of the guys got his paw inside her bag and tried to fish out her wallet. I was sitting behind them, and I kicked the guy and stopped him in the process. We exchanged barbs, other passengers just looked at us, and didn't do anything. Thankfully the guy backed off, and his friends also backed off. They probably felt stupid if they tried to hurt me anyway. Come on, 5 grown men against a 5 foot girl? And of course, up to this day, I'm still deluded into thinking that yes, I'll be able to find ways to hurt them if it came down to a brawl. Er, yeah, this still means that my hero complex might lead me into doing stupid things, but I guess now that I'm older, I'm more careful in choosing my battles. I guess my sense of right & wrong gets irked when I see these things happening. Mass beatings of these criminals when they're caught by the people on the streets might be inhuman. But, when I think of the violations of my own safety, and how when these thugs do their subtle hold ups or whatnot people keep their silence, paralysed by fear, and then I think about the injustice of it all (the muggings, not the beatings), I just couldn't care less. Yeah, I know that an eye for an eye makes the world go blind, but I'm gonna try my hardest to make sure that it's them that loses an eye, not I. Sure they have reasons to rob, steal, whatever, but I also have reasons to defend myself and my belongings. I know that technically I should just give my possessions away, it's not worth my life and all that, but on the other hand, I worked hard to achieve what possessions I have and I don't feel like giving it away just like that. So yeah, I'm probably stupid, but this is how I feel right now.
Right, righteous anger, gotta work on controlling that.
Gonna take a nap now. Interview later. Why do people like mornings?
Oh yeah. My new icon? Couldn't deny the temptation to make it. These three girls are my version of Shane, Jenny & Carmen on ANTM, the lite version, of course. Er, don't ask me how I came up with that analogy. Actually, go ahead, but you won't be answered for a long time :P. Might need a separate post on that entirely.
Oh, aliveunlikeme, thanks for the heads up on my girl, Brooke. How'd you know she's my girl? :P Will wait if the Crossing Jordan eps with Leslie Bibb as a detective will be worth watching. And all I need right now is Carly Pope playing a lawyer somewhere, preferably as a prosecuter, and all will be well.
Speaking of prosecuters, I heard that ADA Cabot will make another return? Trying to prolong the show from jumping the shark, Mrs. Flay Ms. March? Well, I guess, I'll watch the show. Just for her. Damn March Madness!
Yesterday, my professor dropped off these old books of hers. She's selling these secondhand books for Rp 5000 a piece. That's about US$0.50. A friend and I, who were doing some research in the library, got first dibs on the books. He was stoked because he got a good copy of 'Memoirs of a Geisha', among other things. I got myself this Agatha Christie omnibus, 'Psychoanalytical Approach to Shakespeare' (ok, the book was pretty old, but it's still interesting to me. Maybe I just miss psych too much :P), 'the Bostonian' by Henry James, Faulkner's 'Absalom! Absalom!' and a few other books that I just can't remember right now. There were these books by George Orwell and Aldous Huxley that I'm interested in getting, but the books were pretty dusty (and old). I don't think my allergies will agree with me reading those books. But hey, if anybody wants, I can pick them up for you. Some of them might need new binding though since, again, they're so old. Hehe, I even found a copy of Max Havelaar's 'Mulatuli' (which also needs to be bound again). No, not gonna buy it. Just thought I'd mention it.
Ok, this is nothing new. But this time, I just wanted to share something that shocked me the other day. I was taking the 610 Metro Mini, and these 3 guys came on the bus and started spewing out their 'poetry'. These guys, well, boys technically, I'm pretty sure were drunk. What shocked me was that one of them actually groped the girl sitting in front of me. Maybe he was drunk, he didn't know what he was doing, but maybe it was a form of intimidation. If it was the latter, it worked, because after their 'poetry reading' (more like concealed threats), they 'asked for donations' and people actually gave them the money, more money than what they'd usually give out to street musicians. The girl in front of me, obviously declined to give money and protested in silence. One of the guys kept on waiting for her, prompting her with his stares, but I guess after the groping, the girl was ready to do the battles of wills and probably she's prepared herself to defend herself physically. Her pride was bruised after all. When she didn't dole out the money they wanted, the dude collecting went on to me. I 'politely' declined (you know, politely, being completely fake, but looking them in the eyes and making it appear sincere) and the guy went on to other people. Huh, that was weird, and a relieve. And it's actually proof that it's okay if you decline, as long you do it in a non-threatening manner. These guys were really drunk, and they couldn't even walk straight. At the time, I thought that if I had to kick their asses or get hurt trying, what the heck. Tis the season after all. Oh yeah, one of the drunkards actually had the audacity to say 'happy fasting' and such. Dude, if you're trying to appreciate people doint their religious rituals, you don't subtly mug them, nor do you be unrespectful to women, no matter how attractive they seem to be. Yeah, the girl was pretty, and that was probably the reason she got groped. But no, it wasn't her fault. I refuse to think that because a girl is alluring it gives other people, especially men, a justification for bullying them.
A part of me chastised myself for being stunned when the deed happen in front of me and not reacting accordingly. Another part of me chastised that part of me for pseudo-heroic thoughts that will get me into trouble, again. Like when I went against 5 pickpockets in the Depok - Pasar Minggu bus in my early college days, and I wasn't even the one who got er, victimized. There was this high school girl in front of me, carelessly leaving her back-pack open and on her back. One of the guys got his paw inside her bag and tried to fish out her wallet. I was sitting behind them, and I kicked the guy and stopped him in the process. We exchanged barbs, other passengers just looked at us, and didn't do anything. Thankfully the guy backed off, and his friends also backed off. They probably felt stupid if they tried to hurt me anyway. Come on, 5 grown men against a 5 foot girl? And of course, up to this day, I'm still deluded into thinking that yes, I'll be able to find ways to hurt them if it came down to a brawl. Er, yeah, this still means that my hero complex might lead me into doing stupid things, but I guess now that I'm older, I'm more careful in choosing my battles. I guess my sense of right & wrong gets irked when I see these things happening. Mass beatings of these criminals when they're caught by the people on the streets might be inhuman. But, when I think of the violations of my own safety, and how when these thugs do their subtle hold ups or whatnot people keep their silence, paralysed by fear, and then I think about the injustice of it all (the muggings, not the beatings), I just couldn't care less. Yeah, I know that an eye for an eye makes the world go blind, but I'm gonna try my hardest to make sure that it's them that loses an eye, not I. Sure they have reasons to rob, steal, whatever, but I also have reasons to defend myself and my belongings. I know that technically I should just give my possessions away, it's not worth my life and all that, but on the other hand, I worked hard to achieve what possessions I have and I don't feel like giving it away just like that. So yeah, I'm probably stupid, but this is how I feel right now.
Right, righteous anger, gotta work on controlling that.
Gonna take a nap now. Interview later. Why do people like mornings?
Oh yeah. My new icon? Couldn't deny the temptation to make it. These three girls are my version of Shane, Jenny & Carmen on ANTM, the lite version, of course. Er, don't ask me how I came up with that analogy. Actually, go ahead, but you won't be answered for a long time :P. Might need a separate post on that entirely.
Oh, aliveunlikeme, thanks for the heads up on my girl, Brooke. How'd you know she's my girl? :P Will wait if the Crossing Jordan eps with Leslie Bibb as a detective will be worth watching. And all I need right now is Carly Pope playing a lawyer somewhere, preferably as a prosecuter, and all will be well.
Speaking of prosecuters, I heard that ADA Cabot will make another return? Trying to prolong the show from jumping the shark, Mrs. Flay Ms. March? Well, I guess, I'll watch the show. Just for her. Damn March Madness!