JACK OF ALL TRADES, MASTER OF THE UNIVERSE
Man, life just never fails to get weirder. There was less weird crap in the first fifteen years of my life than there've been in the past five. I remember when I was a kid, I thought that everyone was pretty much exactly the same in the head, it's just the bodies that were different.
But man. People are damned crazy, self included.
I'll be turning twenty-summat soon /)A(\ What a terrifying prospect. Also if I live to be eighty, I'm having trouble figuring out what filler to stuff the next sixty years or so with. So far, Youtube and internet friends (I really, really, really suck at being friendly in real life, there's a switch that gets jammed shut and any attempt to flick it on has me turning red and prob'ly screaming probably) are looking like likely candidates. On occasion, I suddenly really feel like I need a cold, stiff drink.
My roommate's a lovely girl, and I'm well and properly accustomed to my new place, and it's marvelous. My begonia plant agrees with me. You'll see her once she starts flowering again!
I got a job as a waitress at a Malaysian-food restaurant in the city. The boss is a horrible human being, but mum insists it's because the woman is an old bat and she's just slowly going insane. I'd be lying if I said I didn't think I was the Race Mascot of the restaurant. I certainly get called out when anyone even vaguely southeast-asian rolls into the shop. And then get mocked for 1)having Indian ancestry but being unable to speak any Indian language at all, 2)being too fat to be pretty, even though apparently my genes are all in my fever 3)being slow and lazy when I'm asked to move furniture and mop floors after a twelve hour shift. Sometimes in front of customers, sometimes she corners me and tells me straight. She's been better the past couple of shifts, but this might be because I've adopted this benign smile as she talks and talks and talks and I just ignore all of it all. ALL OF IT ALL. The morning-shift cook is a wonderful, wonderful man, and the boss lady mostly comes at night, so as long as I'm careful with my shift selection and keep a straight face (NO ONE UNDERSTANDS WHEN YOU SWEAR IN MALAY) then it's bearable. Even if the wage is less than the average. Since the staff tend to be south-east asians too, language isn't a barrier, which is maybe what makes it easiest to work there vs. at a wholly-Japanese establishment. It is, however, bloody exhausting. I work Saturdays and Sundays, sometimes on Fridays, and even more rarely on public holidays. I'm not falling asleep in class, but I feel fatigued a lot.
School is hard. Hard as nails. There was a placement test thing a few weeks ago, and I got upgraded to a higher than expected class, and it's so very very tough. It's interesting though, because without a doubt I've studied more Japanese in the past six months than in two years at university. Also I've noticed that while I don't have many Japanese friends, the ones that I do have are sorta magnificent glorious bastards whom I appreciate and owe much to.
Taking part in a badminton competition on Sunday. Had a practice session with my little sister, and a lot of the time was spent having it off with walls, potted plants and lamp posts, and the rest was either crap play or hysterical laughing. WE'RE GONNA ROCK IT ALLLLLL OUT.
There are some classmates. Well. There is one. Who is literally mad. And will get an entire entirely private entry just re: this one person. Because there is crazy, and then there is CRAZY.
It's been getting real cold. My friend's mom makes amazing pumpkin-soup broth and noodles. I saw a pony yesterday. And I really should get around to making it official that I've moved 8D Because my student card still says I live in my old place. There are teachers I hope I can be FOREVER BEST BUDS WITH. Probably another update WITH PICTURES over the weekend. There's a big important exam on Saturday, so I've got the weekend off work c: Wanna log, babe, wanna log so hard all the way all the night through!
OH and and and I'm about halfway through my first legitimate book that's legitimately written wholly in Japanese. Yeah, it's short, but it's gonna be a hell of an accomplishment (when I get to it) so I'm cheering myself on. I hope everyone's doing okaaaaaaaay in these bleak bleak days!
But man. People are damned crazy, self included.
I'll be turning twenty-summat soon /)A(\ What a terrifying prospect. Also if I live to be eighty, I'm having trouble figuring out what filler to stuff the next sixty years or so with. So far, Youtube and internet friends (I really, really, really suck at being friendly in real life, there's a switch that gets jammed shut and any attempt to flick it on has me turning red and prob'ly screaming probably) are looking like likely candidates. On occasion, I suddenly really feel like I need a cold, stiff drink.
My roommate's a lovely girl, and I'm well and properly accustomed to my new place, and it's marvelous. My begonia plant agrees with me. You'll see her once she starts flowering again!
I got a job as a waitress at a Malaysian-food restaurant in the city. The boss is a horrible human being, but mum insists it's because the woman is an old bat and she's just slowly going insane. I'd be lying if I said I didn't think I was the Race Mascot of the restaurant. I certainly get called out when anyone even vaguely southeast-asian rolls into the shop. And then get mocked for 1)having Indian ancestry but being unable to speak any Indian language at all, 2)being too fat to be pretty, even though apparently my genes are all in my fever 3)being slow and lazy when I'm asked to move furniture and mop floors after a twelve hour shift. Sometimes in front of customers, sometimes she corners me and tells me straight. She's been better the past couple of shifts, but this might be because I've adopted this benign smile as she talks and talks and talks and I just ignore all of it all. ALL OF IT ALL. The morning-shift cook is a wonderful, wonderful man, and the boss lady mostly comes at night, so as long as I'm careful with my shift selection and keep a straight face (NO ONE UNDERSTANDS WHEN YOU SWEAR IN MALAY) then it's bearable. Even if the wage is less than the average. Since the staff tend to be south-east asians too, language isn't a barrier, which is maybe what makes it easiest to work there vs. at a wholly-Japanese establishment. It is, however, bloody exhausting. I work Saturdays and Sundays, sometimes on Fridays, and even more rarely on public holidays. I'm not falling asleep in class, but I feel fatigued a lot.
School is hard. Hard as nails. There was a placement test thing a few weeks ago, and I got upgraded to a higher than expected class, and it's so very very tough. It's interesting though, because without a doubt I've studied more Japanese in the past six months than in two years at university. Also I've noticed that while I don't have many Japanese friends, the ones that I do have are sorta magnificent glorious bastards whom I appreciate and owe much to.
Taking part in a badminton competition on Sunday. Had a practice session with my little sister, and a lot of the time was spent having it off with walls, potted plants and lamp posts, and the rest was either crap play or hysterical laughing. WE'RE GONNA ROCK IT ALLLLLL OUT.
There are some classmates. Well. There is one. Who is literally mad. And will get an entire entirely private entry just re: this one person. Because there is crazy, and then there is CRAZY.
It's been getting real cold. My friend's mom makes amazing pumpkin-soup broth and noodles. I saw a pony yesterday. And I really should get around to making it official that I've moved 8D Because my student card still says I live in my old place. There are teachers I hope I can be FOREVER BEST BUDS WITH. Probably another update WITH PICTURES over the weekend. There's a big important exam on Saturday, so I've got the weekend off work c: Wanna log, babe, wanna log so hard all the way all the night through!
OH and and and I'm about halfway through my first legitimate book that's legitimately written wholly in Japanese. Yeah, it's short, but it's gonna be a hell of an accomplishment (when I get to it) so I'm cheering myself on. I hope everyone's doing okaaaaaaaay in these bleak bleak days!