am i the only one who is able to get lost even with a gps? i think so. i followed the directions to a T. ok, well almost. and yet, i was quite far off from the location FTS. in fact i was on the opposite side wtf. with the gps, you would think it would eliminate the need to ask for directions. well, today, i've proven that wrong. i had to ask for directions TWICE!
and when i did find the location, i missed the turning when i turned my head and saw the big sign. i can only count my blessings cause i made a turn that wasn't supposed to be made and parked super illegally. i was against the flow of traffic.
RAN to the exam hall and thankfully they weren't strict with the lateness! otherwise i would have cried. i almost did when i made the 1354th wrong turn! in the exam hall, all i could think of was "shit i parked wrongly! shit how am i going to drive out later? shit shit shit" fuck this shit.
stumbled upon this video whilst blog hopping. this video truly brought a smile to my face. where else in the world can one person speak in so many different languages and in different accents as well? even when i was in the states and i did the stereotypical blonde talk, my dear american friend was so shocked and amazed that he went slightly ballistic. i almost wanted to become a professional impersonator with such encouragement from him but in my motherland, we exist in every nook and corner. so i scratched that thought.
but this video absolutely takes the cake. nobody else would have understood what he was saying. the little nuances like the head shaking and the hand gestures to the pronunciation of the 'R' in typical cina fashion, it was pure delight!
even the newspaper ad tickled me! i couldnt help exclaiming 'look at that! how cute!'
digi ad taken from here cos google image failed me :(
i got all warm and fuzzy when i saw this ad. yes, i'm sentimental like that.
this reminds me of an incident in london when me, J and Lips were in the bus. we were standing and talking in our typical motherland language when this lady came up to us and asked if we were malaysians. she said she could recognize a fellow countrymen from the way we spoke. now i thought that was super cool. sure, we asians all lookalike but once we open our mouth, we'll know! even when i was in the airport taking taking the transit train to the terminal in orlando airport, i stood next to a malaysian couple (this was cos the lady was wearing a tudung but that's beside the point). they turned to me and asked if i was malaysian? YES! another countrymen! we are all over the damn globe and yet we're easily spottable a mile away. how frickin' awesome is that? even when i was working in SeaWorld, i met a malaysian couple from New York and now we're facebook friends and still keeping in touch :)
manglish should be the national language, i say! now wouldn't that be cool to be able to have our very own language where only people from the motherland can understand?
1) i can't light a lighter. somehow the thumb being super near to the fire gives me the impression i'll burn my entire hands off.
2) will spend my last spare change on beer. true story.
3) cant put on nail polish properly on my fingernails. and when a professional does it, it'll be botched up barely an hour later. why do i even bother?
4) i am a junkie for romance. but find myself becoming cynical now. noooooooo! give me back my idealism!
5) i cant side park. i blame the driving school for putting poles and making me count them when i side park.
everytime i log into blogger.com, the new template bubble ALWAYS pops up! and everytime i see it, i ignore and go straight to new posts. this time however, i did something way out of my usual routine and paid the price for it.
i've got myself a pretty blue sky and green green grass. i don't know why i had to say green twice.
so pretty i want to sing the hills are alive like the sound of music.
but i shall refrain from doing so for another day.
i wanna do something different. i feel motivated to do something different.
sometimes, in a roomful of adults, i feel like a kid with the special invitation to sit at the adult's table. sipping wine like a grownup with my legs swinging back and forth. excitement bubbling.
then, it dies down as the night goes on.
serious conversation slowly takes a turn into an all to familiar territory. seems that no matter the 'age' group, grownups or young ones, the things we say and talk about goes into the same territory. like a tennis ball that bounces from one side of the court to the other. grownups move between the two. as do young ones trying to be all adult-like.
and then there are the unreasonable ones. pointing fingers like how we used to in kindergarten. we point and we cry.
being all grownup doesn't mean we know everything. it just means we're still kids, in better clothing and higher heels. we're constantly growing up but ultimately, we're all wishing we're 16 years old.
