You know buses in Bangkok - they are everywhere. There are too many buses, as many as other types of road vehicles. The sudden urge to be frugal this morning saw me chasing after Bus No. 75 at Charoen Krung road. Those drivers don't care if you're waving wildly, trying to jump into the bus. Why? Because soon enough another bus will pass by. But no. I am not waiting. I want THIS bus. So I ran, and I waved, and I jumped in, and I got myself a seat. I had the smuggest look plastered across my face in the whole 45-minute journey.
I got to my Bangkok apartment a little after noon. For lunch I had a chicken nan and a bowl of salad. I told myself I need to lessen my rice intake if I ever want to see any of my six abs. I'm not fat or anything, just a little soft in the tummy area.
The afternoon/evening was pretty much academic. I read, and read, and read, and fell asleep, and read some more. In between reading I was able to handwash some delicate garments, clean the whole apartment, do some major pull-ups and sit-ups (sorry soft tummy!), and walked to uni to borrow a book.
University. So many nice things to say about tertiary education, but so many not-so-nice things as well. I'm not sure if you can relate with me, but you know how in your first year, when you're doing all your general courses, you never seem to get it? This is one of the not-so-nice things. I was just having this conversation with my Mom last night. She was in a state of disbelief when I told her that I got straight Bs in almost all my general courses (and straight As when I finally started my major courses). That's just how things go. You never start off a superstar. Even those born with a silver spoon up their rear end will attest to this. Well, maybe let's be reasonable and have a few exceptions. But these exceptions are a little weird, perhaps. Hmmm. I want to be categorized as weird, too. I'm doing a PhD for crying out loud. Who does PhDs these days anyway?
So, University. I walked to the University wanting to loan the book Intercultural Communication and Ideology by Adrian Holliday (2011). When I got there, I met my classmates G and P at the elevator lounge. They told me the librarian was not in and so, the library had been closed since 3 pm. Well, I thought, there are supposed to be other library staff, surely they are in. No. None of them were in. All of them went to this huge retirement party going on in the Uni cafeteria. The head librarian, bless her soul, is nearing retirement. But the other staff? They all look twinkish like I do, how can they be retiring so early? Now this was a not-so-nice thing. This retirement ball for our elderly librarian totally crushed my academic spirit to read Holliday, even Adam Levine couldn't soothe my bitter heart. Oh, there goes another person chasing after a bus.
p/s: I don't hate librarians. My Mom is a librarian. Heck she was head of a state library once and I freeloaded on all the perks she got at her office.
I got to my Bangkok apartment a little after noon. For lunch I had a chicken nan and a bowl of salad. I told myself I need to lessen my rice intake if I ever want to see any of my six abs. I'm not fat or anything, just a little soft in the tummy area.
The afternoon/evening was pretty much academic. I read, and read, and read, and fell asleep, and read some more. In between reading I was able to handwash some delicate garments, clean the whole apartment, do some major pull-ups and sit-ups (sorry soft tummy!), and walked to uni to borrow a book.
University. So many nice things to say about tertiary education, but so many not-so-nice things as well. I'm not sure if you can relate with me, but you know how in your first year, when you're doing all your general courses, you never seem to get it? This is one of the not-so-nice things. I was just having this conversation with my Mom last night. She was in a state of disbelief when I told her that I got straight Bs in almost all my general courses (and straight As when I finally started my major courses). That's just how things go. You never start off a superstar. Even those born with a silver spoon up their rear end will attest to this. Well, maybe let's be reasonable and have a few exceptions. But these exceptions are a little weird, perhaps. Hmmm. I want to be categorized as weird, too. I'm doing a PhD for crying out loud. Who does PhDs these days anyway?
So, University. I walked to the University wanting to loan the book Intercultural Communication and Ideology by Adrian Holliday (2011). When I got there, I met my classmates G and P at the elevator lounge. They told me the librarian was not in and so, the library had been closed since 3 pm. Well, I thought, there are supposed to be other library staff, surely they are in. No. None of them were in. All of them went to this huge retirement party going on in the Uni cafeteria. The head librarian, bless her soul, is nearing retirement. But the other staff? They all look twinkish like I do, how can they be retiring so early? Now this was a not-so-nice thing. This retirement ball for our elderly librarian totally crushed my academic spirit to read Holliday, even Adam Levine couldn't soothe my bitter heart. Oh, there goes another person chasing after a bus.
p/s: I don't hate librarians. My Mom is a librarian. Heck she was head of a state library once and I freeloaded on all the perks she got at her office.
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