The last five months went like this.
I'm no good at making life updates because I've always felt that some things are better off being told in person.
But after telling the same story five times in a row, something needs to be done.
JANUARY
The Most Annoying Janitor finally left the lab. Sadly he was also the Most Efficient Janitor we ever had too.
Meet Batem from Bangladesh. Batem was THE nosiest janitor ever - you remember when I went to Japan? Somehow not only he caught hold of my flight dates, but then started pestering me about how much my tickets cost and how much I spent there. THREE TIMES. Once when the lab was busy at night and I was alone handling everything. I glared him down like a BOSS. Thankfully he's also smart enough to leave me alone.
Then when a senior went to her Haj and I had to take over for a month, he pestered us why didn't we contact her while she was away and what sort of friends are we and when is she coming back and he wouldn't stop even though we insulted him every other day. This isn't counting the other complaints everyone else had about him prying into their private lives and asking how much were THEIR salaries. The only reason everyone put up with him was because he regularly emptied the trash and cleaned the floors, and the lab CAN get very filthy in minutes.
We just remember him as "that nosey-ass cleaner...but he was kinda efficient."
FEBRUARY
While wearing a skirt, I stupidly thought I could clear a patch of grass bu jumping over it; I tripped and fell knee-first on brick pavement. While my skirt protected my knees from a nasty scrape, it didn't lessen the severity of the wounds:
The skin came cleanly off the knees instead, and I was limping for 2 weeks. I made sure the scab came off completely on its own, so now at least I just have discoloured knees.
MARCH
My hairdresser was adamant that if I straightened my hair and dyed it I would look SO MUCH BETTER.
So I said FINE DO IT.
I've never seen a hairdresser look so smug and self-satisfied after 5 hours of my life snatched away just like that. Granted a lot of people like my new look, and my hair isn't so mind-bendingly wavy, but it's been 3 months since so I'll have to go back and trim it at least. Yeah that's going to be fun.
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Also, my ex started speaking to me again. Lulz ensues.
APRIL
I finally took up fencing.
It's an expensive sport, don't do it unless you have a need to revolutionize the world. RIP Kawakami Tomoko. T__T
MAY
My office suddenly developed this CRAZE for potlucks. For Mothers' Day they wanted everyone to bring a small serving of dessert so that there'll be plenty to go around. A colleague suggested I make something for once and promised the lab would eat it. So I said OKAY THEN I GO BAKE SOMETHING.
Their replies:
"OH MY GOD I WAS JUST KIDDING."
"You're doing it with your aunt? Oh then the food should come out okay. Whew."
"OH SHIT."
So I decided to make macarons.
That there is my arm holding an electric blender. My aunt who knew how to make macarons agreed to teach me so one Saturday after work (seriously I told my colleagues I couldn't do any calls because I was making macarons). I used 3 types of filling: buttercream, strawberry jam & peanut butter. Took us about 3 hours with me, my mum, and 2 aunts, but overall I'd have to say it turned out really well. Plus it was a big hit with my colleagues - some had never heard of a macaron before, and the bigger challenge was convincing them it was halal.
And you'll need to give me a VERY good reason to bake more macarons if you want to taste them. No way am I doing it again.
*****
I got myself a Galaxy Tab. I named it ReiTab (Reita + Tab). Like Reita, it also has a noseband.
Very handy item to carry around, indeed. <3
*****
I have a crush on my fencing instructor. It's one of these two people in this stalkeriffic pic I took (face not shown in case he knows to use Hungarian Google). Hee. X3
Note: Fencers move REALLY FAST. When I pressed the button I SWEAR the poses were different and they were in the center of the pic.
So he's from Hungary, he's a pop artist who has a website (http://lepopp.com/), he doesn't speak English too well, and his work visa hasn't been approved so he'll be gone for 2 months and possibly forever. I may never forgive Immigration for this if Eastern-European prostitutes are partly the reason.
And that's my life update for this part of the year. We hope you enjoyed it!
But after telling the same story five times in a row, something needs to be done.
JANUARY
The Most Annoying Janitor finally left the lab. Sadly he was also the Most Efficient Janitor we ever had too.
Meet Batem from Bangladesh. Batem was THE nosiest janitor ever - you remember when I went to Japan? Somehow not only he caught hold of my flight dates, but then started pestering me about how much my tickets cost and how much I spent there. THREE TIMES. Once when the lab was busy at night and I was alone handling everything. I glared him down like a BOSS. Thankfully he's also smart enough to leave me alone.
Then when a senior went to her Haj and I had to take over for a month, he pestered us why didn't we contact her while she was away and what sort of friends are we and when is she coming back and he wouldn't stop even though we insulted him every other day. This isn't counting the other complaints everyone else had about him prying into their private lives and asking how much were THEIR salaries. The only reason everyone put up with him was because he regularly emptied the trash and cleaned the floors, and the lab CAN get very filthy in minutes.
We just remember him as "that nosey-ass cleaner...but he was kinda efficient."
FEBRUARY
While wearing a skirt, I stupidly thought I could clear a patch of grass bu jumping over it; I tripped and fell knee-first on brick pavement. While my skirt protected my knees from a nasty scrape, it didn't lessen the severity of the wounds:
The skin came cleanly off the knees instead, and I was limping for 2 weeks. I made sure the scab came off completely on its own, so now at least I just have discoloured knees.
MARCH
My hairdresser was adamant that if I straightened my hair and dyed it I would look SO MUCH BETTER.
So I said FINE DO IT.
I've never seen a hairdresser look so smug and self-satisfied after 5 hours of my life snatched away just like that. Granted a lot of people like my new look, and my hair isn't so mind-bendingly wavy, but it's been 3 months since so I'll have to go back and trim it at least. Yeah that's going to be fun.
****
Also, my ex started speaking to me again. Lulz ensues.
APRIL
I finally took up fencing.
It's an expensive sport, don't do it unless you have a need to revolutionize the world. RIP Kawakami Tomoko. T__T
MAY
My office suddenly developed this CRAZE for potlucks. For Mothers' Day they wanted everyone to bring a small serving of dessert so that there'll be plenty to go around. A colleague suggested I make something for once and promised the lab would eat it. So I said OKAY THEN I GO BAKE SOMETHING.
Their replies:
"OH MY GOD I WAS JUST KIDDING."
"You're doing it with your aunt? Oh then the food should come out okay. Whew."
"OH SHIT."
So I decided to make macarons.
That there is my arm holding an electric blender. My aunt who knew how to make macarons agreed to teach me so one Saturday after work (seriously I told my colleagues I couldn't do any calls because I was making macarons). I used 3 types of filling: buttercream, strawberry jam & peanut butter. Took us about 3 hours with me, my mum, and 2 aunts, but overall I'd have to say it turned out really well. Plus it was a big hit with my colleagues - some had never heard of a macaron before, and the bigger challenge was convincing them it was halal.
And you'll need to give me a VERY good reason to bake more macarons if you want to taste them. No way am I doing it again.
*****
I got myself a Galaxy Tab. I named it ReiTab (Reita + Tab). Like Reita, it also has a noseband.
Very handy item to carry around, indeed. <3
*****
I have a crush on my fencing instructor. It's one of these two people in this stalkeriffic pic I took (face not shown in case he knows to use Hungarian Google). Hee. X3
Note: Fencers move REALLY FAST. When I pressed the button I SWEAR the poses were different and they were in the center of the pic.
So he's from Hungary, he's a pop artist who has a website (http://lepopp.com/), he doesn't speak English too well, and his work visa hasn't been approved so he'll be gone for 2 months and possibly forever. I may never forgive Immigration for this if Eastern-European prostitutes are partly the reason.
And that's my life update for this part of the year. We hope you enjoyed it!