we aint even gonn' make it to the club
Hello ladies, what a long, long time it has been orz
Hope you're all doing well, whoever is left in this depressingly desolate place.
I am currently on my spring break, babes, leading up hopefully to my 3rd year of university. In my long, awful, storied career in further education, this will be historic because I've never made it to 3rd year before. Pity that Japan has a 4-year system, but just thinking of graduating (even if it is in 2 years) gets me tearing up.
Which is not surprising, because I get teary at pretty much everything nowadays. Someone says 'good job' softly in the distance, I'm a mess. Someone makes a faintly disappointing sound in my general direction, my throat closes up. What an effing mess.
The break has been a bit rough. So was last semester, where I held a record 3 part-time jobs that all were well beyond my ability to handle with anything approaching grace. In February, mum had to have carpal tunnel release surgery, because it had gotten so severe to the point where nerve damage was imminent, and mum is the oldest she has ever been and did not do well with the anaesthesia and I did not do well seeing her not do well. For a private hospital, the place was awful, the food was awful, and I slept sprawled across 3 chairs of varying heights leading to a migraine but somehow not me waking up the 3, 4 times nurses came in in the night to check her blood pressure.
Shit, friends. I, too, am the oldest I have ever been
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And then a few days after that I was at a different hospital, with my sister, for her foot surgery. She has extreme flat foot on her left foot; the doctor said eventually her ankle will give way as it swings further and further into left-field. My sister remained unconvinced about how necessary the surgery is. My father found out that she's covered by his insurance at work, so it was all systems go. We did get a private room this time, there was even a cot for visitors, and we watched a fuck-tonne of Manhunt w Joel Lambert (which is educational, maybe, but mostly super fun because it is a slightly old very gruff man irritatedly, sometimes even bitchily, trying to evade policemen and rangers and trackers and random friend-of-a-friend man who was a falconer while his camera crew keeps fucking things up for him). The food was okay, my sister was pretty quick in recovering, but by then I'd spent more time sleeping in a hospital than out of it that week, so I was p wrecked.
Last sem, dear ladies, was pretty fun. Especially summer break; I saved up enough to go on a 2-week language course in Salamanca, Spain, and the host family over there were excellent people and were crazy touchy and super affectionate and we still keep in contact because of a deep and abiding love (for each other). I'm not generally quick to get along with people, guys, I always feel unnatural just existing in proximity with most people, all awkward and awful. And 'cos of that, and a tremendous language barrier (I cannot speak Spanish as well as a year of classes would imply I should), I got tired a lot while I was there. But they made paella for me because they said I couldn't get anything decent anywhere else, they kicked out another student who came in a few days after me because 1)she was almost incomprehensibly annoying and 2)she said a lot of nasty things about me in the 2 (TWO) days she was there and they would not stand for that. The host mother got be a bracelet, patted me on the arm and said rajallu (phonetically, welcome to my name in Spanish) you're a good-looking girl, inside and out, and then we went out on a walk in the dark in Salamanca and took like 57 million selfies.
It was weird, but it was also very wonderful. Before arriving in Spain I managed to wrangle a week and a half in Denmark w ann_fish who is real cool and has been to see me in Japan and whom I will see again in Yokohama in a couple of weeks. That was fun as fuck too. Fun, as fuuuuuck.
A couple of friends celebrated my birthday with me and gave me an electric lap warmer, I found out that apparently 90% of the boys in the English course on my campus are fuuuucking creepy sexist pigs, I made 2 girls cry at 2 separate tutoring jobs, got electrodes stuck to my scalp as I probably fucked up a senpai's experiment because my Japanese vocab is still a nervous trembling newborn foal, got Bad Luck for my New Year's fortune in tandem with my sister which apparently is a rare occasion and it gave the head monk a goddamn chuckle, and had a PE class with a wrestler (where my teacher complimented my kicking stance).
It's been a mixed bag, but babes, when the fuck is it not. Home-home, as in Malaysia home, is one of the most lightning-prone areas in the country and our internet and landline service suffers as a result of that so I am pretty behind on catching up to e-mails and schoolwork, but to balance that out, holy shit, my cats are way the hell cute.
I'm thinking of furthering my studies; the current vague, vague plan is to help indigenous communities with their land rights, so I can help people but also our bomb-ass jungles with the not so excellent dying-out tigers. Where would I go? Shout out a country, I am super all ears. My dad is still for the most part super difficult to get along with and incapable of appreciating anything other than himself. I got things to do, friends, and hopefully I will get to do them. Maybe.
In the meanwhile, you bet your cute lil bum that I'll keep trying.
HOW ARE YOU GUYS YO.