Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Let it go....

A few days ago, while in my processing class learning how to make canned sardines, my Professor claimed to be able to judge people by the first look. ("That's how long I've been in this industry", he says)

"May, you are determined and strong. And you," he pointed to a friend of May, "are a very naughty girl." (Don't get me wrong, what he really meant is 'mischevious'). When she objected, Professor listens to her tone of voice (which sounded kinda young-ish to me) and said "I'm right, am I?"

"And you," he pointed at me, "Like to wait for orders."

Hmmmm...that made me wondering until  the next few days. Am I a conformist? Or just lazy? Or both? Do I really look like that when all I am, is just a quiet, no-confrontation kind of girl?

Maybe I am, you say?

Then I remembered my school life. Yes, I had straight As, but I was never the 'follow orders' type. Instead, I was more of a non-conformist--getting late to class, dressing as bad as I want to, keeping nails a tad too long, not wearing name tags in school assembly, not finishing my homework in time...(that explains why my report card was never 'clean' every year).

As a matter of fact, I gotta confess: I'm skipping my Analytical Chemistry class right now. Why? Hah...

Well, today, I got up late, (as usual), not knowing that I have to ride with my sister together to school because my car's going to the workshop (again). The problem is: I woke up at 7. She GOES to school at 7. Really, that early! So, I decided not to fuss myself up with all the unnecessary stress; I know my dad like to force me to 'act fast' by starting the engine while I'm dressing, so that I could 'speed up'. (I think he got this idea from an episode of Everybody Loves Raymond, because he only did that days AFTER the episode was aired). What happened? Every time he speeds up, I'm even slower. I know it;s bad, but if I speed up, I get really stressed and confused, and consequently more clumsy, which can lead me to a split milk, upside down shirt, or leaving the iron on.

Then after sending my sis, dad said he wanted some breakfast. I looked at my watch and said OK, 20 minutes before class. But while I ate, I kept thinking that I might be late after all, and I don't want to, especially when my Chem Professor looks and talks like my mom. We finished our meal quickly, and I went to the hall just in time--to find out that my lecture hall has changed just for today. Okay, my fault for not knowing this earlier, but it's not like I'm gonna stick around the lecture hall outside my faculty just to keep up with the change of venues! Do you?

I glanced at my phone, there was a message. "Do you know the lecture hall has been changed to B~005?" Oh, goody. Now, you only tell me.I don't know which room is B005, since every faculty has either A, B, C labelled on it, and lecture halls denoted by number. I asked my friend where she is now. She said "It's near Hall C. We are entering in now." Duh...

I flagged a shuttle bus and went to the Hall C that I know--miles away from the Hall C that she mentioned. I only knew it as that wrong thing when I described her that place and she said "Where are you now, really? I meant Hall C, our Faculty!"

Double duh...

Okay, one thing about me is that I hate getting to school or classes late. It disrupt everyone's attention, the teacher will hate me and I will look rather silly. So, glancing at my watch, 20 minutes had passed since the start of it, so I decided to skip my current agenda (finding the class which I will get lost the 2nd time anyway), and make a beeline for the library shuttle. I have better things to do, really, like searching for thesis for my assignment. (Pardon my skewed priorities; I put Microbiology first than Analytical Chemistry)

Well, one more thing before I leave: How come you always bump with your friends every time you try to skip classes? And when I'm not skipping classes, they aren't there and I was left wandering like a lost cause. You see, today I skipped my class, and on the way to the library, I bumped into THREE friends of mine TWICE who kept saying "Don't you have a class?" They never bothered talking to me before! Okay, and now, the word's gonna spread that I intentionally skip class and went 'lounging' in the library. (That's not true anyway, but well, people...they tend to look it negatively.) Hahah.

Three cheers for skipping classes! And being in the library 'lounging' with my absstracts and thesis.


Okay, a lighter note:

This is one thing that I found on the internet, done by a guy named Chuck. About food spoilage (which is incidentally, my assignment right now.)

FOOD SPOILAGE TABLE

 
THE GAG TEST
Anything that makes you gag is spoiled (except for leftovers from what you cooked for yourself last night).
EGGS
When something starts pecking its way out of the shell, the egg is probably past its prime.
DAIRY PRODUCTS
Milk is spoiled when it starts to look like yogurt. Yogurt is spoiled when it starts to look like cottage cheese. Cottage cheese is spoiled when it starts to look like regular cheese. Regular cheese is nothing but spoiled milk anyway and can't get any more spoiled than it is already.
MAYONNAISE
If it makes you violently ill after you eat it, then the mayonnaise is spoiled.
FROZEN FOODS
Frozen foods that have become an integral part of the defrosting problem in your freezer compartment will probably be spoiled - (or wrecked anyway) by the time you pry them out with a kitchen knife.
MEAT
If opening the refrigerator door causes stray animals from a three-block radius to congregate outside your house, the meat is spoiled. If opening the refrigerator door causes stray animals from a three-block radius to leave the neighborhood, the meat is really spoiled.
LETTUCE
Bibb lettuce is spoiled when you can't get it off the bottom of the vegetable crisper without Comet.
CANNED GOODS
Any canned goods that have become the size or shape of a basketball should be disposed of. Carefully.
CARROTS
A carrot with which you can tie a clove hitch is not fresh.
WINE
It should not taste like salad dressing.
POTATOES
Fresh potatoes do not have roots, branches, or dense, leafy undergrowth.
CHIP DIP
If you can take it out of its container and bounce it on the floor, it has gone bad.
GENERAL RULE OF THUMB:
Most food cannot be kept longer than the average life span of a hamster. Keep a hamster in your refrigerator to gauge this.
  Haha! don't need to be a scientist to know that~! Thanks, Chuck!


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Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Writing is a gift

"Writing is a gift," my co-worker, Mrs Sofia said to me on my last day of work.

"Is it really?" I asked. All I know that my gift of speed typing and keyboard shortcuts are extremely useful to me especially in chasing translation deadlines, but apart form that, writing is something that I've lost touch on a long time age.

"I love people who write," Mrs Sofia said. "When I read a book, it amazes me how the writers can put and arrange all these words beautifully, something that I could never do. All those simple words, how they arrange it...sometimes even the simplest things can conjure up a feeling of happiness and sorrow. Like we feel it. Like we were really there."

"Well, I used to write," I said to her. Not to brag or anything. Just the fact that I used to write as a hobby. I liked Language classes the most--I could write up a story in any of my spoken language. Oh, yeah, and sometimes I won a prize for writing. But, writing for me, is an old pastime Done and dusted like Britney Spears. Haha. I told Mrs that I did not write anymore. "I stopped writing after my final masterpiece went down with my crashed computer."

"Oh, why? It is a good thing to write. My son writes. you see his blog?" I nodded. Unlike normal sucidal, obscene blogs we used to see, his blog was more on world issues in places that no newspaper would care to write. His last blog was on ethnic cleansing in a far-rural land in Indonesia or something. Includes pictures. I wonder why no-one ever knew--or why it as never in the news?

"Everyone who has the gift to write should keep writing. Because not all has." She said that, and it kept me thinking. Why did I leave such a hobby? Such a good hobby too? At that time, I decided (with my Asst.Principal, i think) that if I were to graduate high school with straight A's I need to lose "time consuming hobbies". I lose it. And I got the best straight A's for school in years. But what happens? All my short stories and comic abilities seems to wane....

My brother? see his blog at www.resha3x.blogspot.com and you'll see, from scanned pictures, to photoshop pictures....to 3D babes! that is hot (paris fav word)! And I'm still stuck in pen and paper.

I think I'm gonna start writing again. I'm planning of opening another blog, that I will use to ONLY post my short stories. And in line with that, I shall be doing my New_Semester_resolutions:
  1. Try and actually BUY books this time.
  2. Diet by using money to buy books instead of food (I mean, too much food)
  3. Also keep designing and sewing clothes.
  4. Read more about cooking. And try to think of the Final Yr Project from now.
  5. Stop daydreaming. (but only do that when I'm listening to music)
  6. Stop daydreaming by putting all the thoughts on pen and paper (making it into short stories)
  7. Quit being a vegetable and start learning to play guitar.
  8. Learn to be a competent driver, AT LEAST good enough to go on a road trip out of state (my ultimate dream)



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