People who know me personally will know that I am 55% pessimist 45% optimist most of the time wtf. On really good days when I can make a joke out of stepping into a drain or scaling a vertical cliff I am a ridiculous 90% optimist wtf. My close friends dread my really good days tho because being ridiculously optimistic also make my already lame jokes lamer. So I don't have a lot of really good days.
However on my very bad days I am also a ridiculous pessimist at 90% wtf. Lately it's not days but spots in days when I feel so discouraged I become really negative and geniunely wish myself an early death. Like last night when my first serious ex-boyfriend suddenly sent me a reply to an email I sent him like 4 years ago wtf. I think that guy is 没药救 (hopeless) and that I had horrible taste in guys wtf. Judging by the fact that my last serious relationship ended a few months ago with the same wtf excuses I must still have horrible tastes wtf.
So after a bit of brooding and driving myself crazy I posted this tweet:
Barely 25 and already so completely sure no persons of the opposite sex will ever find me attractive, so bloody optimistic Jo-leneee.
I thought it was obvious I was being sarcastic with my own pessimism, because I don't usually say "bloody", it's so British and I only use it when I feel to heck with everything (i.e. almost give up hope liao), because bloody hell why I seem to repel everyone especially decent guys?! Besides I actually call myself Jo-leneee (stretched out the 'Jo' and E.N.E. bit), I actually hate it when people say it that way instead of the two seconds it normally takes to call my name. So yes in a way I was patronising myself.
Okay so I tweeted that and promptly forgot about it, since I usually use Twitter to vent frustrations and it is especially convenient to do this in 140 characters (I am being sarcastic about the 140 characters).
Then Shawn asked everyone to slap me senseless wtf.
Also a few others tell me not to worry because guys will definitely line themselves up for me one. Because it totally make sense for an antisocial not to mention introvert to have a room full of guys lining up to dance with me wtf. The thought of it is so laughable it is almost sad.
My second serious ex-boyfriend thought that I was joking when I said I don't have a lot of friends, so he told me to go out and make new friends wtf. I mean I do get along incredibly well with my few friends but going out to meet new people is scary. I hide behind my poker face in places full of people because I am actually scared shitless wtf. Even in UK when I am constantly out of my comfort zone, I make only a handful friends each year. Like how on the Spain fieldtrip I talked to Jordan properly for the first time and we clicked and he suggested a baguette fight sometime in the future wtf. It's not easy to put up with my lameness you see =.=
My coursemate said I don't need a bloke b/c I can fix blocked plumbings, fix electrics and also do chores. I do need a cook however...
That and a driver too, I guess, since I plan to never drive. My mom is going to helpfully introduce me to a potential driver guy so I can at least get myself driven around in the short one month in Brunei wtf. I am already not looking forward to it already. I mean what does Yu Heng or Zudin lack wtf. I know they're just my friends but what is wrong with being driven around by people you've known for almost 10 years (or in the case of Yu Heng, 15 years). They may not have driven for that long but at least they are friends I trust wtf.
To the few people who bother to reply my tweets, I am sorry I am so bloody negative on Twitter wtf.
So to those of you who don't know I went to Spain to look at the rocks for two weeks wtf. I totally did not bum off two weeks I could have used on revision, I swear. It's all pretty crazy and I start that April 23rd off worried when I got onto the coach to Stansted Airport but my name wasn't on the coach list because my name is last on the list no thanks to my family name wtf. Anyway, I digress.
First week: Luarca.
Spain started off sunny and I tanned in the first week, mapping major folds on the beaches of north-west Spain. It was mentally challanging and I didn't think I did well, but the marks said otherwise, so maybe I did okay afterall? This week also sees most of the nicer photos with sun glare wtf. We even rounded off the week by escaping the crappy hotel food and dined at a nice pub. I had medium raw ox streak, which was nicer than it sounds, and sangria. Something like 6 spirits, loads of sugar, wine and something else was put into the sangria. I had four glasses. I didn't think it was strong at that time, but the next day I have a nagging headache and apparently I was too happy that night too. Nothing wrong with being too happy, I guess, but the headache made me felt crappy and appetite-less.
Two star hotel we stayed at.
Luarca at night.
In the field.
Our high tide lookout.
Rough cross-section.
Aforementioned Spanish pub.
The scary Atlantic waves.
After Luarca, we set off for Cistierna, nicely tucked away in the mountains of eastern Spain. This is where I went downhill and took a lot of photos of rocks and one giant penis stamped into the hard ground by two of my coursemates. I will now desperately make up for it with wannabe artistic photos.
Like this one.
And this one.
Also this one.
One of me hard at work.
The barely complete map.
The weather in the mountains wasn't great, but we did get bouts of sunshine. However, on the last day of mapping, shit happened.
The day started off miserable, with the low-pressure system back down in Spain, so we were literally soaked to the bone and overworked our waterproof gear that day. My field partner could hardly walk with the pain in her leg, but she presisted! I love you Syafi ♥ It rained thorughout the morning, cleared up a bit around noon, then rained a bit more. At about 3.30PM Spanish time, shit started getting real when we heard thunder not very far away. Then hail was unceremoniously dumped in our face, accompanied by deathly forks of lightning.
It looks like this, but less pretty and packed with a lot more punch.
We dumped the hammer by the roadside, not wanting to be turned into fried sotong a few years too early. Elsewhere in the field, my coursemates had a near brush with death because they stupidly decided to seek shelter under a tree. Two of them also managed to escaped being turned to fried sotong by sheltering under a bridge. We were out in the open with my hammer lying barely 100m away. We somehow managed to take three readings with hail pelting in our faces wtf.
Then we ran with tails between our legs back to the meeting point that is the pub and managed to calm down enough to dry off, get drinks and complete our maps. My map managed to stay 90% dry. It was worth paying £40 for the mapcase after all (although my waterproof notebook managed to get very wet).
The next day we flew back to UK and we managed to snag ourselves a blessing in disguise which came in the form of a luxurious coach. Leather seats, wooden floor, LCD screen...the works basically. Almost a limo but not quite. Collective reaction of the coach is WOW!!!
Nana and I made a last minute plan to go for an overnight stay in the exciting, not-so-kampung city of Bristol last Monday. It was so last minute we actually started putting the plan together at 11PM the night before the trip, lol.
Anyway, it was quite fun! I had dinner with Yamin and the boys from Southampton, afterwards we went to Affaf's place where we were staying overnight. It was so far away from the city centre =.= but such a nice, clean and pretty place! Affaf's mom made us chicken and I ate again haha >.< I was so full that night, not complaining of course haha.
The next morning, Nana and I shopped around a little and Zudin took both of us to the Clifton Suspension Bridge! I had been there before two years ago at around the same time of the year, but I saw new things this time! Specifically the exposed rocks, haha.
Zudin's place is just above an adult store wtf
It was a very rushed trip but so worth it, if only it wasn't so expensive to live there haha.
Yesterday, Riku came over to my place and she bought Saleehin wtf. I was so surprised I temporarily forgot his name, lol! Not the first time actually.
Hin's hair is cavemen long, so Riku decided to give him a bit of a trim. I slept over at Riku's and bought my hairdressing shears to help out. We got him to sit on the floor and I tried to remember how my mom used to cut my bangs when I was little. All went well until I started cutting the left side of his head...it came out too short and choppy, still so guilty after I manage to make it look less choppy >.<
Still, he had given me an opportunity to practice cutting hair. I'll need it on my future children's hair? >.< If I can land myself a husband and there's nothing wrong with us both, that is >.< Lifelong dream wtf I feel like a Sim now.
Anyway, the next day (miserable rainy today) we dragged him to go wander around St Davids aimlessly for a bit, then a late lunch at GBK. Then more aimless wandering before sending him off at the train station wtf.
Riku and I went to McD for a bit, the guys sitting on Riku's left were Japanese wtf. Riku was really happy but I feel quite meh. We wandered around John Lewis for a bit before taking the bws home. Da end.
Oh and I've recently got into the Hunger Games hype, so I want my future son to be called Peeta wtf.
