Today I've Learned
... I miss Jen, because there's nobody here I can talk to the way I can with her.
... I feel so lonely, because there's nobody with whom I can share my excitment of finally getting my hands on a copy of Anna Jackson's Catullus for Children, and nobody I can talk to about the emotions poetry invokes.
... I hate being so socially retarded, because when I was introduced to Liani, I really wanted to get to know her, but found myself only able to talk to her about hockey and Bollywood when she'd professed to have attended NHL games (the Ducks' home games, since she's an Anaheim native), and have watched Indian commercial cinema - and had sincerely liked the songs and dances.
... I really wish I could speak with an Indian accent like Supriya's (and Michelle's). I loved watching and listening to Supriya speak because she's so incredibly beautiful - with her perfect eyebrows, her large deep-set dark eyes, her straight and tiny nose adorned with a tiny sparkly gem, her smile that could give Rani's or Preity's a run for their money, and her long, thick, and curly black hair which she called a "bush" and a "broom" but I think is incredibly sexy - and because she ends nearly every sentence with yaar.
... I've fallen into the trap of making presumptions, because I was surprised when Liani said she was Teochew (I didn't think she'd have even heard of that term), and spoke the Teochew vernacular to her grandparents. In fact, I made her laugh when I mentioned I'd always thought my great-grandparents were from "swatow". She'd chuckled, "But swatow just means 'the foot of the mountain'!" (or something like that). In my defense I have to point out that whenever my Dad had talked about my grandfather's trips to China, he always referred to them as "going home to swatow" or "visiting the family in swatow".
... I am my greatest obstacle when I found myself walking beside Liani along Oriental Parade on the way home, tongue-tied and silent, and completely at sea for words, even though deep down, I really wanted to talk to her.
... Rathy's birthday dinner tonight will be the last birthday I'll ever celebrate here, in Welly, and this made me sad, because I'd secretly wished I could celebrate my next birthday here too - hopefully a nice one to make up for the horrendous one I had this year - even though I don't like celebrating my own birthdays as a rule.
... I do not know, do not know, do not know.
... I feel so lonely, because there's nobody with whom I can share my excitment of finally getting my hands on a copy of Anna Jackson's Catullus for Children, and nobody I can talk to about the emotions poetry invokes.
... I hate being so socially retarded, because when I was introduced to Liani, I really wanted to get to know her, but found myself only able to talk to her about hockey and Bollywood when she'd professed to have attended NHL games (the Ducks' home games, since she's an Anaheim native), and have watched Indian commercial cinema - and had sincerely liked the songs and dances.
... I really wish I could speak with an Indian accent like Supriya's (and Michelle's). I loved watching and listening to Supriya speak because she's so incredibly beautiful - with her perfect eyebrows, her large deep-set dark eyes, her straight and tiny nose adorned with a tiny sparkly gem, her smile that could give Rani's or Preity's a run for their money, and her long, thick, and curly black hair which she called a "bush" and a "broom" but I think is incredibly sexy - and because she ends nearly every sentence with yaar.
... I've fallen into the trap of making presumptions, because I was surprised when Liani said she was Teochew (I didn't think she'd have even heard of that term), and spoke the Teochew vernacular to her grandparents. In fact, I made her laugh when I mentioned I'd always thought my great-grandparents were from "swatow". She'd chuckled, "But swatow just means 'the foot of the mountain'!" (or something like that). In my defense I have to point out that whenever my Dad had talked about my grandfather's trips to China, he always referred to them as "going home to swatow" or "visiting the family in swatow".
... I am my greatest obstacle when I found myself walking beside Liani along Oriental Parade on the way home, tongue-tied and silent, and completely at sea for words, even though deep down, I really wanted to talk to her.
... Rathy's birthday dinner tonight will be the last birthday I'll ever celebrate here, in Welly, and this made me sad, because I'd secretly wished I could celebrate my next birthday here too - hopefully a nice one to make up for the horrendous one I had this year - even though I don't like celebrating my own birthdays as a rule.
... I do not know, do not know, do not know.
posted by s at 23:35
3 Comments:
never knew swatow meant 'foot of the mountain'! and i'm always calling my flatmate a swatow orange, too!
anyways, if you don't try too hard, conversation topics should come to you. ask more questions. this is coming from another social retard, but is worth a try. :)
wish you could spend many more birthdays in happy lands too, even if you choose not to celebrate them.
and i think the ppl on the signel list should politely ignore the trolls, as responses only encourage more scum.
i think it means head of hill/mountain rather than foot. *dryly*
silence is not necessary a bad thing, conversation not really good. besides, it's way better to be in awkward silence (preferably comfortable silence) than in awkward dumb conversations? yes?
ah. my bad - i couldn't remember if she'd said head or foot.
=)
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