Nightmares

Last night I dreamt that one of my lecturers cornered me in the hallway because I didn’t submit his assignment. He also made me cry. :O

joie de vivre

shh. not now. tomorrow.

The Journey Home is Never Too Long

So I booked my ticket to go home this December. I can’t keep myself from looking at it every few minutes. Well, the first few times it was just because I couldn’t believe I made a correct online transaction at 2 am. But now, I just can’t help it.

What is it about going home for the holidays?

And it’s still more than 2 months away!

The Storyteller in Me

I have been told by a lot of people that I am a good narrator of stories. No, no not reading out of  The Arabian Nights. Stories about daily life. Things people can relate to. But people can relate to anything. I mean, come on! There is that variety of people who can relate to goblins, wizards, half-giants, bowtruckles and unicorns (read Harry Potter fans). Now, now. Make no mistake, I am a Harry Potter fan through and through. In fact, I was in full support of my brother moving into a cupboard just short of his 11th birthday. But still.. we’ll leave those people alone for now. My stories are about everyday life. Things that happen to muggles.

Actually, what the hell! Yes it’s true. Sometimes my stories ARE about my chance encounters with blast ended skrewts. There, I said it.

Well, it’s not really a talent. The story telling I mean, not tackling blast ended skrewts. In fact, it just comes out of paying too much attention to detail. And out of being cursed blessed with the addition of drama in everyday incidents of my life.

Really, you can’t not tell people when you catch a cute guy checking you out. Except in my case , he was just staring at my mascara that had spread on half of my face. Or well, when your sandals break just before you are going out. Well, I also superglued my fingers together while trying to fix my sandals. Oh and because of that the fingerprint scanner could not recognize my fingerprints anymore and I was locked in the hostel.

You see what I mean?

But it’s okay you know. Having a drama life has its upside. I never run out of stuff to talk about. And people tell me I’ll be an awesome grandmother!

Grandmother?! :O