I'm walking down the street, daydreaming. I think of being next to a gentle stream, where the water takes its time enveloping each rock with a hug. I walk further down/upstream and the sound of gushing water crescendos. Wait, I'm not daydreaming anymore. I smell rain. I start running, and the rain chases after me. It overtakes me and I run into a few droplets of rain.
I manage to run into the administration building before all (wet) hell breaks loose. Torrential rain is dumped from heaven. It's like, here's all the rainwater you need to fill up your drying ponds.
That was this evening.
This morning was a whole different story. It was less dramatic. Well, it did start off dramatically. I got a little bummed on my way to work because I realized that I had spilled my protein shake all over my shirt. I was feeling my abs when I discovered that my shirt was sticking to my torso. I looked down to my fingers, and there were remnants of protein shake. I came into the office fuming, and of course the first thing I saw was (wow an ambigram!) a news on the opening of an ASEAN center in Chonburi. This irritated me even more. ASEAN being so idealistic and everyone putting in (happy) efforts to learn more about cultures of the ASEAN member states. Of course, I dump all this angst on a very good friend of mine, who patiently listened to me ranting away. He is always patient, well sometimes I do tick him off, but he is mostly patient with me. After I had my talk-out, I felt silly afterwords. Good friend said at least I ranted about this to him, instead of someone else. He knows I'm silly so that helps me recover from my silliness in no time.
The afternoon was a little uneventful - me trying to revise the evaluation scale for senior students who did their senior research papers. It was sad. But what would be sadder is if I stuck to my original evaluation plan and failed them all, I would have to see them again in the future. No, I ain't doing that. Sometimes teachers will need to make the compromise.
This evening, I was the designated driver for a colleague who is flying to Canada for two weeks during the mid-academic year break. She decided she needed a whole new wardrobe for this trip. Some time away from campus would be good for the soul, and she said she would pay gas, so I drove her. She brought some of her girlfriends alongand we all sang to a thousand miles by vanessa carlton many times till we got to the pak chong factory outlet.
The ladies did their shopping while I sat in Starbucks trying to appear un-bothered by the overpriced coffee.
I manage to run into the administration building before all (wet) hell breaks loose. Torrential rain is dumped from heaven. It's like, here's all the rainwater you need to fill up your drying ponds.
That was this evening.
This morning was a whole different story. It was less dramatic. Well, it did start off dramatically. I got a little bummed on my way to work because I realized that I had spilled my protein shake all over my shirt. I was feeling my abs when I discovered that my shirt was sticking to my torso. I looked down to my fingers, and there were remnants of protein shake. I came into the office fuming, and of course the first thing I saw was (wow an ambigram!) a news on the opening of an ASEAN center in Chonburi. This irritated me even more. ASEAN being so idealistic and everyone putting in (happy) efforts to learn more about cultures of the ASEAN member states. Of course, I dump all this angst on a very good friend of mine, who patiently listened to me ranting away. He is always patient, well sometimes I do tick him off, but he is mostly patient with me. After I had my talk-out, I felt silly afterwords. Good friend said at least I ranted about this to him, instead of someone else. He knows I'm silly so that helps me recover from my silliness in no time.
The afternoon was a little uneventful - me trying to revise the evaluation scale for senior students who did their senior research papers. It was sad. But what would be sadder is if I stuck to my original evaluation plan and failed them all, I would have to see them again in the future. No, I ain't doing that. Sometimes teachers will need to make the compromise.
This evening, I was the designated driver for a colleague who is flying to Canada for two weeks during the mid-academic year break. She decided she needed a whole new wardrobe for this trip. Some time away from campus would be good for the soul, and she said she would pay gas, so I drove her. She brought some of her girlfriends along
The ladies did their shopping while I sat in Starbucks trying to appear un-bothered by the overpriced coffee.
My decaf soy latte.
Reading a book at Starbucks earns you a few more hi-so (sophistication) points. Not necessarily points for intelligence.
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