Operation bigini body
So I've really been living it up this newfound post-fyp freedom. And by living it up I really mean getting drunk and partying till dawn. And by getting drunk and partying till dawn, I really mean getting drunk on good music and shaking my shoulders awkwardly and nodding my head in an attempt at 'jiving' to good music.
Trying to do as much as I can this week, reading all the books I can, and all the TV shows I can watch because come next week, I'm returning to my other life as a nursing student ie helping my mom out with her projects.
But I shan't complain - I do have to leave her alone for a month (or month and a half) for my Southeast Asian grad trip. I keep thinking about that night when she was so scared when I was out late and dad was working the night shift. How am I going to tell her that I'll be away for a month (or maybe more)? :(
Guilt aside, I'm so excited to wash my clothes in a river in Cambodia (let's just pretend this is going to happen), and having to pee in a bag just in case (I'm told that I have to practice), live with gibbons in a canopy-level treehouse in Laos, surf on the sand dunes in Vietnam, and party in Thailand, and all the 18-hour bus/train journeys to our destinations. In the meantime, I'll have to run/gym more regularly - slumming it up in SEA does require some stamina. And you know I do have to get that very elusive bigini body.
Anyway, I've been enjoying some really really great music as of late. And one of them is badbadnotgood (BBNG). (Youtube comments about them can be so confusing. Example: Bad bad not good is not bad at all. They're good!). Anyway they are a bunch of young people (19/20-ish) who give instrumental, contemporary jazz interpretations to hip hop music. Definitely not everyone's cup of tea but it really makes for a good sountrack while you're reading a book/stoning in a bus/lying on a bed staring at the wall. I can totally imagine this playing while I'm having my first adult party (not that kind of adult party) where I'm serving people wine, and we're all in cocktail dresses and we engage in hipster conversation about how tupac shouldn't be brought back via hologram for an entire tour, and how I knew The Weeknd before they appeared on TV (seriously, old Weeknd fans vs. new Weeknd fans hardcore fighting on youtube comments).
I think I spent a good 8 hours of my day reading the comments section on blogs, youtube videos, and reviews. I spent 4 hours one night reading different comments sections about the latest Mad Men episode (which was so good!!).
And Don draper going all Superman after a pipe bursts? Dies.
Trying to do as much as I can this week, reading all the books I can, and all the TV shows I can watch because come next week, I'm returning to my other life as a nursing student ie helping my mom out with her projects.
But I shan't complain - I do have to leave her alone for a month (or month and a half) for my Southeast Asian grad trip. I keep thinking about that night when she was so scared when I was out late and dad was working the night shift. How am I going to tell her that I'll be away for a month (or maybe more)? :(
Guilt aside, I'm so excited to wash my clothes in a river in Cambodia (let's just pretend this is going to happen), and having to pee in a bag just in case (I'm told that I have to practice), live with gibbons in a canopy-level treehouse in Laos, surf on the sand dunes in Vietnam, and party in Thailand, and all the 18-hour bus/train journeys to our destinations. In the meantime, I'll have to run/gym more regularly - slumming it up in SEA does require some stamina. And you know I do have to get that very elusive bigini body.
Anyway, I've been enjoying some really really great music as of late. And one of them is badbadnotgood (BBNG). (Youtube comments about them can be so confusing. Example: Bad bad not good is not bad at all. They're good!). Anyway they are a bunch of young people (19/20-ish) who give instrumental, contemporary jazz interpretations to hip hop music. Definitely not everyone's cup of tea but it really makes for a good sountrack while you're reading a book/stoning in a bus/lying on a bed staring at the wall. I can totally imagine this playing while I'm having my first adult party (not that kind of adult party) where I'm serving people wine, and we're all in cocktail dresses and we engage in hipster conversation about how tupac shouldn't be brought back via hologram for an entire tour, and how I knew The Weeknd before they appeared on TV (seriously, old Weeknd fans vs. new Weeknd fans hardcore fighting on youtube comments).
Click to viewI think I spent a good 8 hours of my day reading the comments section on blogs, youtube videos, and reviews. I spent 4 hours one night reading different comments sections about the latest Mad Men episode (which was so good!!).
And Don draper going all Superman after a pipe bursts? Dies.