My Day

Tell you what.

I’ve been marking practical reports at work and exam papers at home, wading through piles of rubbish answers wondering why students always seem to hear all the things you tell them NOT to write down and proceed to write exactly that. All without the aid of chocolate. I hence declare that I deserve a medal for this.

If I had my own country, I would go one step further and in honour of this day I would also declare it a holiday, call May 26th Feliciaday and grant all Felicians a day and a half off. Because everybody has days off and they’re like so what (because humans are ungrateful cows), but give them a day and a half, and then they’ll be like, wow, now she’s worth voting for.

It is interesting to note that May 26 is Australia’s national Sorry Day, a day celebrated yearly to express regret over the historical mistreatment of the Aborigines. Many Aboriginal leaders have called for it to be a national holiday which it isn’t.

Now that’s something you wouldn’t know if you didn’t read Wikipedia, which is totally come under fire for being uncredible (word?)  but let’s admit it, it’s the first place you check when you need to read up on a subject.

Plus isn’t it weird that something that is not credible would be , incredible, which is essentially a good thing?

I need chocolate I tell you. If you made it through this mess, I salute you and declare that you deserve a medal too.

Success Rate: Low

So I’m an organiser by nature. And I’m a Gen-Yer. That combination makes me want to get the most things done in the shortest time possible.

I’m the type of person that is aware of what time the traffic lights turn green so that I know approximately what time to leave my house to spend the least amount of time idling at the traffic lights.

I had 30 practical reports to mark yesterday and I have timed each report to take me approximately 6 minutes to mark. That would mean I would need 3 hours at home in a complete sitdown to finish the whole lot. I cancelled a dinner with the bf, put off watching How I Met Your Mother and sat down to work.

No matter how much you plan, you can never allot enough time for the Monday evening syndrome. My eyes began to itch and droop, my shoulders began to ache and my head screamed for mercy. Also, marking statements that keeps misspelling ‘independent’ as ‘independant’ is strangely annoying to me. Being a Gen-Yer, I also needed my sleep in the worst way.

Which won out?

My grand total reports marked last night: 2/30.
I’m gonna have to burn all kinds of midnight oil tonight.

 

Carma

You know those junctions at traffic lights? Where the left lane lets you go straight or turn right and the extreme right lane is for (as it usually is) U-turns? And you know those ANNOYING drivers who don’t want to join the queue at the lights like everyone else and decide they are worthy enough to not have to wait so they use the U-turn lane and squueze their way forward and put on their indicator so the front cars at the light will have to give them way when the lights turn green?

Sometimes I wish I could just wind down the windows and ask the driver why everyone else has to give them a chance when they’re just obnoxiously and flagrantly using a U-turn lane to take their turn at the lights when everyone else has been waiting. But I’m too afraid the driver might be a maniac with a bottle of acid in his car (KL splasher anyone?) or a gun, who might decide to tell me why he’s worth it using a bullet or two.

Today, justice was served.

I was at a set of traffic lights when I watched with annoyance (again) as an MPV at the opposite lights blatantly blocked the U-turn lane in an attempt to merge into the turning lane. The barrage of horns that followed, forced the elephant of an MPV to inch forward until the cars were able to pass. Surprisingly that wasn’t the end.

About the first ten cars that passed the offending MPV to make the U-turn blared the loudest middle-finger of a horn at the driver. Imagine the harrasment. Only to realise that that wasn’t the end.

When the lights turned green and the cars began to move, the MPV driver realised that they had been harassed to within an inch of a steel barricade, and that they could not move forward, or backward, as cars were whizzing behind it to make the U-turn. Painfully, the already traumatised MPV, inched backwards and forwards until a kind (or irritated) soul allowed the MPV to merge unto the lane.

Only to have the lights turn red before it could move. I think it almost decided to try and beat the lights but the MPV had taken too much beating for one afternoon, it sort of sat there tiredly and decided not to test the waters for fear of more shark-infested waters.

This is why blatant flagrant road rule breakers should just wait their turn. Carma is a bitch.

HAH! Happy Friday!

The elephant comes to collect

Listening to: Keane
“I’m getting older and I need something to rely on.”

At some point or another in our lives, we all have those elephants that sit in the back of our rooms and watch us as we go about our day, faking our smiles and doing our laundry, forever pretending it isn’t there but knowing that someday, one day, that elephant is coming around to collect its due.

At one point in my life, if you had asked me what I would do to get rid of that elephant, I would have told you – anything. In hindsight however, I would have told my younger self to STFU and sit still. When that elephant came to collect, to let it. To give it what it needed so that it would quit taking what it did not own. You do not have to sit behind bars to be in prison if a jailer follows you everywhere you go.

I’ve learnt that the elephant in the room that nobody talks about is only there because you let it. Face him to exorcise him, let it never think that it has any further business to be there.

I am happier now than I have ever been. I am with someone who makes me happy just because he loves me for who I am. Years ago I would have done anything to know whether I would get my happy ending. Right now, I am just happy to be in the moment. I am fucking happy. I’m tired of being so superstitous to say it for fear that it might get taken away from me but you know what? That’s just another elephant. Nobody talks about how happy they are because they’re afraid that once everyone starts talking about it and it gets taken away that nobody will forget it. Better to just live our lives under the carpet, quietly so that if it turns sour, nobody will know about it to talk about it.

Well, fuck that.

I almost got married last year to the wrong man. Just when I thought my heart couldn’t take it anymore, it was opened up again to the possibility of happiness to someone I thought had forever left my life. And this time, it’s more than a hangover, a filler or a fluke. For whatever else this may turn into, it is more than something you gag and tie in the corner of the room. It’s why you smile for no reason and the reason you start growing your hair out again.

It’s hard to be unhappy when you are with your best friend.

For the first time in a long time, the elephant is gone. And all that is left is an empty corner of the room waiting to be filled with more happiness and laughter and light.