the four right chords can make me cry

Had an eventful day.

Morning, watched this cool show on MTV called Made. They were trying to turn this geeky guy into a ladies man. Poor guy, people laughed at him along the way, he was made to give up his old way of life and clothes as though its a crime to be uncool. But more than that, it's such a shallow solution to an obviously deep self-image problem. They just tried to change whatever's on the surface, leaving the real issues untouched. And as for the objective, I found it objectionable! The challenge was that he had to find 3 dates in a day at the end of one month of 'training'. What is the merit of that?
Ok, very anti-climax of me, but I didnt finish watching the show. Cos i rushed out of the house at 10:45am to meet Michael at church at 11am.

We had lunch, part of his "have lunch with everyone" programme. Talked about what he's doing as our new youth director, the direction that he's taking us, his goals etc. I also talked about me, my family history, my role models in my life, the best and worst in my life. I think its great that he's taking so much time to get to know each and every one of us personally, and I told him much more than I normally tell people I dont know so well. His sincerity inspired honesty in me. Overall, it was quite encouraging.

Then rushed home, just in time for my very firstest driving lesson! My instructor cant speak english very well, and i have alot of difficulty trying to understand him. I wish he'd just stick to chinese instead, it'll be less confusing for me. But i'm quite happy with him, he seems like a really patient guy, friendly and nice in an uncle-uncle sort of way. I stalled his car like so many times, but he never got annoyed with me. I'm also amazed at how he can patiently repeat the same instructions to me over and over again and watch the same road over and over again as i drove round and round and round. Really enjoyed it, was thrilled to be driving, and I was pretty relaxed throughout the lesson. Yay!

When I got home, I packed my bag and rushed off to meet Ben. We went to make new specs today! Black plastic frames, you either love them or hate them. But since I like them, i'm not really all too worried if no one else does. Although I did drag Ben down for an opinion, I realise, I would have gotten the same pair with or without his approval. After that I went to work. I think I did a good job today, was cheerful and friendly with the customers. Enjoyed myself more than I usually do.

Today because Alvin was around and I couldnt bun up my hair as he required, Pi Na (thai chef) braided my hair for me. It looked bad apparently, but i didnt go check a mirror. So I wasnt aware and continued work without fussing about it. This is how I know i'm a really special girl, I can actually not even care about how bad I look even when everyone smiles laughingly at me when i walk into the kitchen (even the ah-neh).

We closed later than usual today, it was almost 11. I was pooped when I got home, but my strength suddenly returned when i had to nag my dad to take us out for supper. In the end all 5 of us went to the 24 hr prata place near my house. Piggy ol' me, ate mutton murtabak. Heh. and I wasnt even hungry k. (second reason why i'm a special girl)

posted by beckyboo @ 2:46 AM