Tanka
My breaking point is when the text starts talking about culture and math achievement.
Hallo hallo errbody.
The week went by so quickly. It's been a busy week in terms of assignments and an upcoming quiz. I really don't like it when life passes by in a blur. Life becomes unnoticeable that way, and it's shame that I won't remember what is supposed to be the more memorable moments of my life.
This week's first(s)
1. A new restaurant in Tekka Market, which I probably won't be able to tell you where it exactly was because I blindly followed the boys who brought me there. It served spicy masala teh and one of the best experiences of thosai I ever had. This account is probably biased because I just appreciated feeling taken care of, like I always do in the presence of them boys.
2. Forced myself out of bed to complete an assignment that was due. Bought myself a complete breakfast set just because I know I wouldn't have been motivated to get out of bed otherwise. In the afternoon, I accompanied my mother to run some errands. She drove and accidentally left the car keys in the car before she proceeded to lock the doors before she slammed it shut. My dad had to come all the way with an extra set of keys. I alternated between feeling amused of what has happened and resentful at the time wasted, before I settled for feeling amused the whole way because life is just too damn short to waste so much effort being hateful.
If you're wondering, yes, school is in full swing. However, my motivation is nowhere to be found. Lately I've been feeling like I'm setting myself up for failure (or what is supposedly "failure") on purpose.
3. Convinced my girl to try a bowl of salad- and she loved it! Although she did douse it with two servings of dressing, but, whatever, salad! We spent late lunch talking about a subject that requires a whole new blog post.
I took the bus back home after meeting her and I realized this- As much as I hate the train, I hate bus rides even more. I know a lot of people prefer bus rides because there's more personal space BUT bus rides make me so nauseous! The incessant red lights make me nervous. And the neverending stream of people getting on and off makes me want to rip people's heads apart. At least with trains there is a predictable system- trains would stop at every stop no matter what. Other than the designated stops, the ride is pretty much smooth and orderly... But bus rides are so infuriating. I always harbor hope of not having to stop at every single stop, or that the lights will be seamlessly green.... But nope. Bus rides dangle a string of hope and then mocking pull it away. I'd rather take order and predictability, thank you.
At night I went for supper with the boys again, along with a plus one who makes me feel like a failure of a Malay girl hahahaha. Seriously guys. If there was an epitome of a perempuan melayu terakhir, she would be it. Soft, sweet, friendly (i.e zero awkwardness that has become the very essence of my personality).... I swear I'm not crazy obsessive but seriously guys, i cannot understand how some people are left untainted by the modernity of this city.
It's been a while since I had my last "night out". Nights out always make me more aware of the sweetness of youth. I'm feeling old, guys.
Ok back to the books. Apparently culture affects math achievement so much that it has to take up 20 minutes of my life.
Just keep breathing, folks.