Over a span of approximately six days, I watched about 2.5 seasons of Bojack Horseman. It’s been a while since I’ve stumbled on a show that made me laugh, feel sad, and question the meaning of life all within one 24 minute episode. It’s painfully realistic while absurd all at once, and hopefully it brings me the headspace clarity I so badly need these days.
I also lost my Fitbit (again). It’s missing insofar as I literally do not see it and I can’t find it, but it still syncs with my phone app so that means it’s in my room somewhere. This is frankly the most frustrating kind of missing item to be dealing with, because you know where it is supposed to be, but at the same time, it’s not there.
Update: I found my Fitbit!!
Just when I thought I couldn’t get any more pathetic than I actually am, something happened this afternoon. I bumped into a groupmate in the toilet after our meeting ended and in an attempt to make small talk while we washed hands she asked me if I was heading home after the meeting. Now I had previously heard that she had plans to go out after the meeting and not wanting to appear like the lifeless buffoon that I actually am, I said “Oh no, I’m meeting someone!” Which technically wasn’t a lie; I did meet the cashier at the yakitori takeout stall I stopped by on my way home.
But I’m trying to be a little more positive about myself these days, so I decided to list out some of the good things I managed to achieve:
✓ Sent Prof M an outline of my research paper (although he has replied and I really should follow up on his feedback)
✓ Went down to the school library yesterday afternoon to look through those books I was originally lazy to bother with. Thank Lord I did, because one of them had some really good pointers we could use
✓ Temporarily lost my cardholder (and my cards that were in it) but managed to tide through the crisis without having a big meltdown; and thankfully someone returned it to me
So, that’s pretty good.
There might not be a better way to spend a Friday night than to plop on the bed and watch a melodramatic black and white film. My back hurts a little because my laptop was not angled right, and my body meandered into several different uncomfortable positions that eventually just strained both my neck and my eyes. But I did it, I finally watched Casablanca.
I dived into this film with zero prior knowledge of the plot or characters. I vaguely knew that some romance was involved, but for some reason I expected it to be a film noir – and I suppose it could be argued as so, if you find the concept of romance fatalistic – but no, it was just a typical romantic story with beautiful people, with beautiful music, and of course with a Beautiful Grand Romantic Gesture at the end that leaves the audience with mere wistfulness of what could have been.
Casablanca is a classic, and I can see why it is so. The plot was simple yet charming, so was the dialogue, and the acting was chockfull of grace and finesse.
And yes, there are so many quotes that manifested out of this film (which I never knew so it was a serendipitous discovery when I heard We’ll always have Paris, et al), but this exchange is hands down, my favourite:
Yvonne: Where were you last night?
Rick: That’s so long ago, I don’t remember.
Yvonne: Will I see you tonight?
Rick: I never make plans that far ahead.
Thank heavens for small favours, because I managed to secure a spot for the last remaining non-law module I
am forced to have to take, with a ridiculous bid amount of e$123.45. I know it’s virtual currency with zero real world consequences, but it did sadden me that I had to give up such a gargantuan sum for a module I harbour so much pre-existing bitterness towards. It wasn’t even a module I strongly wanted to take nor was it a highly raved professor; I literally settled for the one class that fit in my timetable that had a space left.
But I should be grateful, because now my timetable is more or less the way I want it, with classes only on the first three days of the work week. I get what is essentially a four day weekend (and to quote Val, a perfect opportunity to go on weekend getaways) (but with what money though?) which has never happened in the past three years. And with today being Wednesday, I’ve officially finished my first week of my last year in law school, which is quite a scary thought.
My modules are an eclectic mix this semester; a combination of (i) what I have been forced to take, (ii) what I felt I should take, (iii) what I heard would be easy, and (iv) what that had no finals.
Classes have been brutal, because of professors who want to cling relentlessly onto the one point raised by student X even though it didn’t seem remotely relevant to the original question, or professors who do not know how to time their mid-class breaks (clue: it should be mid-class). I’m taking this funny little module called “Creative Thinking”, but the professor did not seem to appreciate it when someone offered an answer that differed from what he had in mind.
I also spent more money on coffee than actual food in the past three days combined, which is a little worrying. I need to control my urges to give in to Capitalism (which is a concept that actually came up in all three of my law classes this week – what an interesting trend).
Here is a haiku of me turning 22:
was sick yesterday
was also sick this morning
bought cake and ate it
And here is a capybara having what looks like a really rad birthday (the Internet truly delivers):
On music: The La La Land soundtrack would be so much more enjoyable if they actually got properly trained performers to sing it. A Lovely Night was akin to sandpapering my ears. And no, I’m not saying I can sing better (or sing at all) but you don’t see me getting paid to do something I’m not good at right? I would think the same standards should apply universally.
On coffee: I specifically asked for kopi siew dai peng but the drinks stall lady just poured the pre-made kopi into a cup of ice. I wasn’t giving you a choice, auntie.
On professors who promised to upload their midterm review to aid our revision for finals but it’s less than 24 hours to the paper and still nothing: I’m not saying I hate you, but if you were on fire and I had water, I’d drink it.
- I met the nicest lady in the Starbucks queue on Friday. She had a one for one coupon that was expiring on that day itself so she offered me a free drink, and repeatedly rejected my offer to pay her (which was further compounded by the fact that I actually had no cash on me). Dear stranger, thank you so much and I definitely will pass forward your kindness to someone else one day!
- I really want to try the new Macs Korean-style burger purely because I heard it’s spicy as hell and I am an absolute sucker for that. My parents refused to take me to a Macs, which I now realise is a weird statement to make for a 21 year old, but you need to know that it is deeply satisfying to have your parents buy you junk food (and those special seasonal burgers aren’t cheap).
- Met up with the squad girls today. It has been about a year since I’ve seen them, and Nut attempted to start a let’s-go-round-the-table-and-share-some-life-updates session which was a glorious failure because there wasn’t really much to say apart from inane internship stories and my general ability to piss people off by flaking when I get too busy with school (which is a story for another day). Was nice and soothing to see familiar faces; it’s a comforting presence that I wish I’d get more of, but as the years go by I start to realise it might be a luxury I can’t afford (because of my crushing social ineptness in school). If you girls see this, I miss you all and I am already looking forward to our next meet up!!
I clearly missed the memo (or I was just v happy to see them)