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Mar. 31st, 2007 03:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gin_tonicHi folks!
Since I haven't been updating since a long while now I'll do all of it in one post - but fear not! I will pack everything in neat little lj-cuts. :D
Holiday!
So we went to Colva, Goa, India for two weeks. The flight to Dabolim itself was quite good, but the company we usually use is way better than the one we used this time. Won't go into detail here, because I'm way too lazy, but one point is that the usual one is cleaner than the other. What irked me though, was the reaction of the stewardess to my request of a Gin Tonic. They promised us drinks before dinner and I wanted that, because I saw that they had very good Gin on the tray, the one that my professor introduced me and my history class to. So I ask her and her hand reaches for the bottle, but stops. She looks at me and then says that she can only give alcohol to people over 16. ... Not over 16?! Me?! WOMAN! I am 21, thank you very much. *cough* That wasn't my reaction, of course, I merely told her that I am. So she takes the bottle and then remembers that she can give the hard alcohol only to people over 18. I told her that I am of age and my mother, sitting across the row from me, jumped in and veryfied it. Honestly. I don't look like 15, dammit!
Well, India itself hadn't changed much since our last visit four years ago. Okay, the prices increased slightly and the fisher houses on the beach are gone, as well as most of those very annoying beach sellers (though there still are some - illegal). I already mentioned the Indian men and my ex, who really lost his interest in me for a while after I told him I wasn't interested/available, but then, after he told us that he was engaged to be married and even invited us to his wedding (which will be on the 15th May at 4pm :P), he started coming onto me again. And I don't mean by simple flirting with eye contact and words, but with offering to give me a massage (I let him have my neck, but I didn't - haha - go with him into the very empty massage booth that only contained something very bed like). I didn't even want to go to a Goan club with him (am not mental after all).
Afterwards he couldn't do much, because I was sick. :P Stomach bug got me first (I think it was the hotel food, because that was the only thing I ate, and probably coli bacteria - ugh) then later my mother and my sister (they think they got it from Anthony's restaurant). Of course neither of us can be sure, but we usually don't have any problems with forgein food.
All we did during the holiday was lying around on the beach, eating (later not that much of that), swimming, visiting that fleamarket in Anjuna, the nightmarket in Colva and later moving for the last three days to a different hotel in Candolim. Very nice looking hotel though extremely boring and in a very touristy area. We don't like touristy areas.
So anyway, met nice people in India, had quite a lot of fun, practically never argued and got attacked by insects (that was me. One fell into my shorts *shudders* and an attempt by my sister to brush one off of my back got the insect smeared on my back. That led to me teaching my sister the words 'handkerchief' and 'tissue'. XD)
Class reunion!
It was so nice to see everyone again! I would have never believed that I missed all these people, especially since there were loads with which I had practically nothing to do. Also our year always had the problem of the 'class differences', since the majority of my old school's students are pretty rich (you might note that I am not one of them), and the problem of the cliques.
But seeing them? Great! Loads of people asked me how my writing was going! :D I was 'the writer' of our year and it seems nobody forgot that. Two guys who I silently adore (they are best friends and so cute and *cough* one of them is actually what I would consider my type, though saying that I have/had a crush on him is too much) were one of those who asked. Back in my German Advanced class they were the ones who wanted to read my stuff and always asked for new chapters. ♥ And note: That novel was about a gay guy!
There was loads of free beer in the pub we were at (since we booked the room and paid in advance and ...) as well as coke and later -surprisingly- schnapps! :D I didn't know I could drink so much beer without getting drunk. Veery nice! Especially since I like beer. I impressed one guy with the fact that I drink beer, then another when he saw me drinking the schnapps. *shrugs* They all thought I was something of a boring wallflower!writer and never noticed that I can party pretty well. :P
Talking to old friends and others has been fun and I look forward to doing it again ... next year or the year after.
Finding old friends!
There is this biiiig student database in the internet where practically everyone who's going to college can be found. Also, you can become a member of groups (all a bit complicated, so I won't bother to explain. I would only manage to confuse you and me. :P). One of those groups has the same title that my old primary school has and is -surprise!- a group for those who went to that school. I found an old friend of mine there and after a bit of looking at each other's profiles we're in contact now! :D I'm happy that I found him again. He's an apprentice to become a chef (yum! food!), just like another old friend of us (whom I haven't seen since a couple of years *sigh* he was the boy who gave me my first kiss). Who knows, maybe we'll meet up some time.
University!
So, I finally finished my second paper on Oscar Wilde and The Picture of Dorian Gray in the night between Wednesday and Thursday and went to uni on Thursday to hand the paper in. No problem there, thank God! Now I only have to pray for a good grade. XD Though I should pass. I think. *bites nails* I met a girl that I know from a seminar that I last semester in front of the office where I had to hand my paper in and we chatted for a bit (She's so yay! Talks even faster than me! :D). It seems like she, a couple of her friends and I are going to be in the same class this semester (w00t!), so I won't be so alone for once. That's the problem when you attend the biggest university in the country.
And I still have to go and see my teacher about that first paper that I wrote. I have no idea if I passed her class (and I just remembered, gah, that she once said that I should hand in two extra assignments. ... I never did that. Shit. Meh. Now I'm even more scared of going to her!).
Uni starts on Monday. Meh. I want a longer holiday. I'll write those three biiiig exams this semester and ... it's not going to be easy. I have to translate German into English and while I'm usually very good at that I looked at a few examplary sentences for that translation and ... they are fucking hard! In the bad way! Help!
Oh, and I'm going to start learning French this semester.
Work!?
Okay, hmm, seems like I miiiiiiiiight get a job. Finally! I would work as a waitress in a pub, if I get through the test working tomorrow. Am slightly nervous about that, since I never ever worked as a waitress. I have no clue how it's going to be. Fortunately my dear friend![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jejune_sky gave me some tips of what to do and what not to do, so all I need now is some luck and people crossing their fingers for me. Please!
Knees!
I went to the third doc in two years so he would look at my knees and finally tell me where that awful pain is coming from and how to make it go away. It seems like I have asymmetric knee caps since I've been born and they are showing me now how bitchy they can be. Whenever I start kneeling or actually doing anything with my knees they get three times the pressure everything else gets, which is quite a lot. There is no real therapy for that problem though. I get pills that are expensive, but the cheapest (in price) and apparently work. Maybe. The ones I took before work on 70% of the population and I can count myself to the 30% lucky ones who bought them and practically wasted their money. Anyway I also get knee supporters with silicone inlays for my knee caps (they feel funny) and therapy. ... I should find a therapist this week. There is the possibility of a surgery, but the doc said it wasn't necessary, (yet), because I could live with the pain, which some people have to do. I can already see myself as an old lady complaining constantly about her knees. xP Oh, of course there are also shots, but they cost 200 Euros - per knee. ... Err ... I'm no Midas, but the doc didn't really suggest them to me, only told me what possibilities there are for me. I hope the pills will work.
Okay, I think that's it. For now. MUAHAHAHAHA. Don't tell me you actually read through all of that! If you did: *bows* You turely are patient!
Since I haven't been updating since a long while now I'll do all of it in one post - but fear not! I will pack everything in neat little lj-cuts. :D
Holiday!
So we went to Colva, Goa, India for two weeks. The flight to Dabolim itself was quite good, but the company we usually use is way better than the one we used this time. Won't go into detail here, because I'm way too lazy, but one point is that the usual one is cleaner than the other. What irked me though, was the reaction of the stewardess to my request of a Gin Tonic. They promised us drinks before dinner and I wanted that, because I saw that they had very good Gin on the tray, the one that my professor introduced me and my history class to. So I ask her and her hand reaches for the bottle, but stops. She looks at me and then says that she can only give alcohol to people over 16. ... Not over 16?! Me?! WOMAN! I am 21, thank you very much. *cough* That wasn't my reaction, of course, I merely told her that I am. So she takes the bottle and then remembers that she can give the hard alcohol only to people over 18. I told her that I am of age and my mother, sitting across the row from me, jumped in and veryfied it. Honestly. I don't look like 15, dammit!
Well, India itself hadn't changed much since our last visit four years ago. Okay, the prices increased slightly and the fisher houses on the beach are gone, as well as most of those very annoying beach sellers (though there still are some - illegal). I already mentioned the Indian men and my ex, who really lost his interest in me for a while after I told him I wasn't interested/available, but then, after he told us that he was engaged to be married and even invited us to his wedding (which will be on the 15th May at 4pm :P), he started coming onto me again. And I don't mean by simple flirting with eye contact and words, but with offering to give me a massage (I let him have my neck, but I didn't - haha - go with him into the very empty massage booth that only contained something very bed like). I didn't even want to go to a Goan club with him (am not mental after all).
Afterwards he couldn't do much, because I was sick. :P Stomach bug got me first (I think it was the hotel food, because that was the only thing I ate, and probably coli bacteria - ugh) then later my mother and my sister (they think they got it from Anthony's restaurant). Of course neither of us can be sure, but we usually don't have any problems with forgein food.
All we did during the holiday was lying around on the beach, eating (later not that much of that), swimming, visiting that fleamarket in Anjuna, the nightmarket in Colva and later moving for the last three days to a different hotel in Candolim. Very nice looking hotel though extremely boring and in a very touristy area. We don't like touristy areas.
So anyway, met nice people in India, had quite a lot of fun, practically never argued and got attacked by insects (that was me. One fell into my shorts *shudders* and an attempt by my sister to brush one off of my back got the insect smeared on my back. That led to me teaching my sister the words 'handkerchief' and 'tissue'. XD)
Class reunion!
It was so nice to see everyone again! I would have never believed that I missed all these people, especially since there were loads with which I had practically nothing to do. Also our year always had the problem of the 'class differences', since the majority of my old school's students are pretty rich (you might note that I am not one of them), and the problem of the cliques.
But seeing them? Great! Loads of people asked me how my writing was going! :D I was 'the writer' of our year and it seems nobody forgot that. Two guys who I silently adore (they are best friends and so cute and *cough* one of them is actually what I would consider my type, though saying that I have/had a crush on him is too much) were one of those who asked. Back in my German Advanced class they were the ones who wanted to read my stuff and always asked for new chapters. ♥ And note: That novel was about a gay guy!
There was loads of free beer in the pub we were at (since we booked the room and paid in advance and ...) as well as coke and later -surprisingly- schnapps! :D I didn't know I could drink so much beer without getting drunk. Veery nice! Especially since I like beer. I impressed one guy with the fact that I drink beer, then another when he saw me drinking the schnapps. *shrugs* They all thought I was something of a boring wallflower!writer and never noticed that I can party pretty well. :P
Talking to old friends and others has been fun and I look forward to doing it again ... next year or the year after.
Finding old friends!
There is this biiiig student database in the internet where practically everyone who's going to college can be found. Also, you can become a member of groups (all a bit complicated, so I won't bother to explain. I would only manage to confuse you and me. :P). One of those groups has the same title that my old primary school has and is -surprise!- a group for those who went to that school. I found an old friend of mine there and after a bit of looking at each other's profiles we're in contact now! :D I'm happy that I found him again. He's an apprentice to become a chef (yum! food!), just like another old friend of us (whom I haven't seen since a couple of years *sigh* he was the boy who gave me my first kiss). Who knows, maybe we'll meet up some time.
University!
So, I finally finished my second paper on Oscar Wilde and The Picture of Dorian Gray in the night between Wednesday and Thursday and went to uni on Thursday to hand the paper in. No problem there, thank God! Now I only have to pray for a good grade. XD Though I should pass. I think. *bites nails* I met a girl that I know from a seminar that I last semester in front of the office where I had to hand my paper in and we chatted for a bit (She's so yay! Talks even faster than me! :D). It seems like she, a couple of her friends and I are going to be in the same class this semester (w00t!), so I won't be so alone for once. That's the problem when you attend the biggest university in the country.
And I still have to go and see my teacher about that first paper that I wrote. I have no idea if I passed her class (and I just remembered, gah, that she once said that I should hand in two extra assignments. ... I never did that. Shit. Meh. Now I'm even more scared of going to her!).
Uni starts on Monday. Meh. I want a longer holiday. I'll write those three biiiig exams this semester and ... it's not going to be easy. I have to translate German into English and while I'm usually very good at that I looked at a few examplary sentences for that translation and ... they are fucking hard! In the bad way! Help!
Oh, and I'm going to start learning French this semester.
Work!?
Okay, hmm, seems like I miiiiiiiiight get a job. Finally! I would work as a waitress in a pub, if I get through the test working tomorrow. Am slightly nervous about that, since I never ever worked as a waitress. I have no clue how it's going to be. Fortunately my dear friend
jejune_sky gave me some tips of what to do and what not to do, so all I need now is some luck and people crossing their fingers for me. Please!Knees!
I went to the third doc in two years so he would look at my knees and finally tell me where that awful pain is coming from and how to make it go away. It seems like I have asymmetric knee caps since I've been born and they are showing me now how bitchy they can be. Whenever I start kneeling or actually doing anything with my knees they get three times the pressure everything else gets, which is quite a lot. There is no real therapy for that problem though. I get pills that are expensive, but the cheapest (in price) and apparently work. Maybe. The ones I took before work on 70% of the population and I can count myself to the 30% lucky ones who bought them and practically wasted their money. Anyway I also get knee supporters with silicone inlays for my knee caps (they feel funny) and therapy. ... I should find a therapist this week. There is the possibility of a surgery, but the doc said it wasn't necessary, (yet), because I could live with the pain, which some people have to do. I can already see myself as an old lady complaining constantly about her knees. xP Oh, of course there are also shots, but they cost 200 Euros - per knee. ... Err ... I'm no Midas, but the doc didn't really suggest them to me, only told me what possibilities there are for me. I hope the pills will work.
Okay, I think that's it. For now. MUAHAHAHAHA. Don't tell me you actually read through all of that! If you did: *bows* You turely are patient!
