Okay, so it's been a couple of months since my latest article, and 3 months exactly since my last blog post. What inspired me to get off my non-busy butt and actually construct coherent sentences on the world wide web? The fact that about 30 min ago I just ran into a random repair man in my house, while I (excuse the way I describe myself as a clichéd porn star, but it really was how I looked at the time) emerged from a steamy bathroom, dripping wet and wearing a rather short towel. Actually, I could have been dressed as a conservative monk, but seeing a random man in my house while not wearing any underwear made me feel all the more awkward and naked. So so naked... Especially when I screamed "Oh!" and he screamed "oh!" when we saw each other.
And so, I'm holed up in my room hiding from the strange Caucasian dude in the room next door and am about to tell you about my teeny tiny adventures. Let's work backwards, because backwards is just more fun.
Yesterday I went to campus to see all of my school and campus friends. The morning started off by me - in my old campus bad-luck fashion - getting escorted out of the library by the security guards, because I walked through the entrance glass turnstile with my friend. Firstly, two people in one turnstile. Secondly, I didn't have a student card anymore. I like the word 'escorted'. It makes me feel like a criminal being treated like royalty. I don't like 'escort', because then I think of how exposed I was 30 min ago. And yes, this may be a very long blog post to make up for all the times I should have but didn't use my Gluteus Maximus to assist me in getting up.
I arrived in South Africa on July 4th, after my plane was delayed for 24 hours. But it was amazing! The airline booked us into a 5-star hotel, and that was exactly what I needed after getting 2-hours of sleep everyday for a week. Then I had two days to pack for a 2-week sarcastic, miserable beach trip with my parents and grandparents. Now that I'm back, I am trying to study Anatomy in preparation of the early stages of my medical board exam which I can begin to write by the end of next year. It's not going well.
China's fine, thanks for being the trillionth person to ask. I'm officially done with my first year! Clubbing is second-nature to me, but hopefully not anymore when I go back to campus next month. It's not my fault the city I live in has not much to do except see 2 international movies, relish the extreme weather and possible advances at drunk karaoke. Except getting drunk out of the comfort of my dormitory in a foreign land scares the noodles out of me, so you can rest easy that your daughter truly is an angel, mum & dad.
The week before I came home, I wrote my last 3 exams. Then I fought with the boys in my class about the possibility of us all going out as a class like we did last semester. They all pinky-promised me that we'd all go out on Thursday night. Do you know how hard it is to get teenage boys to make a promise, even so a PINKY-PROMISE when they're sober? But no. They wanted to have a dorm party on Wednesday and then watch Spain kick Italy's balls with an actual ball. And the next night (Thursday) they HAD to watch the football finale where Germany's balls were kicked by the oh-so-good-looking Spanish team.
So, I had a weird night at the dorm party on Wednesday, and then Thursday four of us girls went out for a girls' night. We went club-hopping (so over clubs after the 2nd time by the way), hustled for drinks, met random Chinese people who took us to a restaurant for their friend's birthday, got in an actual car (not taxi) after months and painted the town red. On Friday I went shopping for souvenirs and went to the Night Market, then Saturday I hit the clubs again with the first years. And before you try to blackmail me with this post (yes, I have been threatened before with the stuff I write. Petty mortals, but as they say negative judgement only gives satisfaction), my parents are aware of every single time I have a boy in my room, go out to club, spend money on my Visa card and get into a taxi at night. So, before I continue with this chronicle, please be aware that tattling to my Hindu parents is of no use. They know all of my friends, grades and what I eat in China. Thank you, I shall now continue.
We went to our local zoo once in China, and I was surprised to see a few South African animals, although it sadly is a rather small zoo. Hopefully I get the chance to actually explore Beijing, Hong Kong or Shanghai when I'm at University again. We're getting a February 2013 holiday and not a January break, so I will unfortunately be around for the -10 degree snowfalls. I miss it already - my second home, and have made up my mind to only come back to SA once a year.
I'm also learning to cook now. Yes, your former All-Star burner is attempting to mix oil with onions and create something magical! I've learnt the basics at curry and meat stew-making, I can actually make okay-toast, I baked ice-cream bread and a honey chocolate sponge cake with vanilla icing since I got back from the beach trip, and 2 days ago I made perfect Cong You Bing (Chinese Scallion Pancake with sauce, and it came out the exact way we eat it in China except the sauce was better). Although, I can't really count baking as cooking since it's my forte, and I count cooking as cooking when it doesn't involve desserts and includes me burning something. Soon I might try cooking Chinese food at home by copying the way I've seen it being done in the streets.
Well, you should look out for an article soon as I've kind of had a talk with myself and am getting into the resident-doctor kind of mode. I told myself to pretend I'm a resident at a hospital, and to get off my butt, listen and do more instead of always thinking about doing something, and study harder. I have to start studying now.
I'm going to try and not be such a lazy 'writer' anymore, though I don't really think internet blogging makes me a younger Danielle Steel.
It's time to tone my cute ass. It's time to get up.
In terms of Nike ads and NOT sex campaigns, I'm going to "JUST DO IT!"
And so, I'm holed up in my room hiding from the strange Caucasian dude in the room next door and am about to tell you about my teeny tiny adventures. Let's work backwards, because backwards is just more fun.
Yesterday I went to campus to see all of my school and campus friends. The morning started off by me - in my old campus bad-luck fashion - getting escorted out of the library by the security guards, because I walked through the entrance glass turnstile with my friend. Firstly, two people in one turnstile. Secondly, I didn't have a student card anymore. I like the word 'escorted'. It makes me feel like a criminal being treated like royalty. I don't like 'escort', because then I think of how exposed I was 30 min ago. And yes, this may be a very long blog post to make up for all the times I should have but didn't use my Gluteus Maximus to assist me in getting up.
I arrived in South Africa on July 4th, after my plane was delayed for 24 hours. But it was amazing! The airline booked us into a 5-star hotel, and that was exactly what I needed after getting 2-hours of sleep everyday for a week. Then I had two days to pack for a 2-week sarcastic, miserable beach trip with my parents and grandparents. Now that I'm back, I am trying to study Anatomy in preparation of the early stages of my medical board exam which I can begin to write by the end of next year. It's not going well.
China's fine, thanks for being the trillionth person to ask. I'm officially done with my first year! Clubbing is second-nature to me, but hopefully not anymore when I go back to campus next month. It's not my fault the city I live in has not much to do except see 2 international movies, relish the extreme weather and possible advances at drunk karaoke. Except getting drunk out of the comfort of my dormitory in a foreign land scares the noodles out of me, so you can rest easy that your daughter truly is an angel, mum & dad.
The week before I came home, I wrote my last 3 exams. Then I fought with the boys in my class about the possibility of us all going out as a class like we did last semester. They all pinky-promised me that we'd all go out on Thursday night. Do you know how hard it is to get teenage boys to make a promise, even so a PINKY-PROMISE when they're sober? But no. They wanted to have a dorm party on Wednesday and then watch Spain kick Italy's balls with an actual ball. And the next night (Thursday) they HAD to watch the football finale where Germany's balls were kicked by the oh-so-good-looking Spanish team.
So, I had a weird night at the dorm party on Wednesday, and then Thursday four of us girls went out for a girls' night. We went club-hopping (so over clubs after the 2nd time by the way), hustled for drinks, met random Chinese people who took us to a restaurant for their friend's birthday, got in an actual car (not taxi) after months and painted the town red. On Friday I went shopping for souvenirs and went to the Night Market, then Saturday I hit the clubs again with the first years. And before you try to blackmail me with this post (yes, I have been threatened before with the stuff I write. Petty mortals, but as they say negative judgement only gives satisfaction), my parents are aware of every single time I have a boy in my room, go out to club, spend money on my Visa card and get into a taxi at night. So, before I continue with this chronicle, please be aware that tattling to my Hindu parents is of no use. They know all of my friends, grades and what I eat in China. Thank you, I shall now continue.
We went to our local zoo once in China, and I was surprised to see a few South African animals, although it sadly is a rather small zoo. Hopefully I get the chance to actually explore Beijing, Hong Kong or Shanghai when I'm at University again. We're getting a February 2013 holiday and not a January break, so I will unfortunately be around for the -10 degree snowfalls. I miss it already - my second home, and have made up my mind to only come back to SA once a year.
I'm also learning to cook now. Yes, your former All-Star burner is attempting to mix oil with onions and create something magical! I've learnt the basics at curry and meat stew-making, I can actually make okay-toast, I baked ice-cream bread and a honey chocolate sponge cake with vanilla icing since I got back from the beach trip, and 2 days ago I made perfect Cong You Bing (Chinese Scallion Pancake with sauce, and it came out the exact way we eat it in China except the sauce was better). Although, I can't really count baking as cooking since it's my forte, and I count cooking as cooking when it doesn't involve desserts and includes me burning something. Soon I might try cooking Chinese food at home by copying the way I've seen it being done in the streets.
Well, you should look out for an article soon as I've kind of had a talk with myself and am getting into the resident-doctor kind of mode. I told myself to pretend I'm a resident at a hospital, and to get off my butt, listen and do more instead of always thinking about doing something, and study harder. I have to start studying now.
I'm going to try and not be such a lazy 'writer' anymore, though I don't really think internet blogging makes me a younger Danielle Steel.
It's time to tone my cute ass. It's time to get up.
In terms of Nike ads and NOT sex campaigns, I'm going to "JUST DO IT!"