Beacause I was stupid enough to bring the one material thing that really matters to me, I'm officially one priceless family heirloom down. Cried and was furious all day yesterday and got acquainted with a part of myself I kind of like. Apparently I can be amazingly determined, cold, hard and fair when the situation calls for it. I like it. Guess I've learned something from my journalism bachelor. And that's got to count for something. Anything?
To cheer myself up though I'm now in serious need of Hall and Oates to stay on repeat in Grooveshark. Sorry about the noise.
onsdag 25. august 2010
søndag 22. august 2010
- Like, it's freakin' freezin' in here.
Let me officially tell you that cinemas in Thailand are C-O-L-D as in COLD! I thought winters in Norway were freezing, but they are nothing compared to these gigantic hollow ice cubes.
Now you may find that I'm picking on details here. And yes, this is a minor detail. 'Cause that in itself would perhaps not be such a huge problem. In itself. Wear a sweater, geez.
The thing is though that the heat-cold issue seems to come up pretty much everywhere and every day.
Let's say it's 25 or 30 degrees Celsius outside. It's comfortable once you get used to it and you don't worry too much about anything. But THEN, dududuuuu (scary music): You enter a shopping mall, a grocery store, A CINEMA or whatever and the temperature suddenly drops ten or fifteen degrees and you've got a cold within seconds. Seconds, people! Ha. I'm telling you.
So, what I'm wondering is who the sneaky bastard with the thermostat is. I'd like to have a word with that guy. And maybe, juuust maybe, kick him in the shin.
That's all.
Now you may find that I'm picking on details here. And yes, this is a minor detail. 'Cause that in itself would perhaps not be such a huge problem. In itself. Wear a sweater, geez.
The thing is though that the heat-cold issue seems to come up pretty much everywhere and every day.
Let's say it's 25 or 30 degrees Celsius outside. It's comfortable once you get used to it and you don't worry too much about anything. But THEN, dududuuuu (scary music): You enter a shopping mall, a grocery store, A CINEMA or whatever and the temperature suddenly drops ten or fifteen degrees and you've got a cold within seconds. Seconds, people! Ha. I'm telling you.
So, what I'm wondering is who the sneaky bastard with the thermostat is. I'd like to have a word with that guy. And maybe, juuust maybe, kick him in the shin.
That's all.
lørdag 21. august 2010
make your own rules
Weeell, at the moment "everyone" is hanging out by the pool (probably recovering from last night's charades) while I'm listening to some soppy music, writing and considering staying home tonight.
Sounds boring? Hell yeah and I'm proud of it!
For once I'm the dull one. Yay. Or something like that.
Anyway, what I really planned to say something about was the philosophy of teaching in this country/city/region.
First of all we are supposed to figure out what to read basically on our own, a fact that makes a control freak Aquarius shiver and go somewhat ballistic.
Second, class lasts for three hours, making a poor spoiled Norwegian (who's used to 45 min lectures, break and then another 45 min) lose whatever is left of concentration and willpower.
Hold on, it gets wackier. The following conversation took place in a Thammasat classroom two days ago:
- So Professor, could you possibly recommend a few books that might be useful this semester, just so I have some guidelines?
- No, I can not.
Thinking.
- I just don't know quite where to start in this chaos of information.
- You see if I recommend any one book I will not learn anything from you.
Hmm. You learning from me. Silly me who thought the lecturer should teach ME something. Frustration.
Pull yourself together.
- Ok, thanks anyway.
Great job on the self restraint.
In other word this semester the question will perhaps not be to read or not to read.
It will be WHAT to read? I do realize it's not so bad as this lifestyle is not exactly exhausting, the birds are chirping and I have a pool in the back yard, but still.
Officially losing it,
Camilla
Sounds boring? Hell yeah and I'm proud of it!
For once I'm the dull one. Yay. Or something like that.
Anyway, what I really planned to say something about was the philosophy of teaching in this country/city/region.
First of all we are supposed to figure out what to read basically on our own, a fact that makes a control freak Aquarius shiver and go somewhat ballistic.
Second, class lasts for three hours, making a poor spoiled Norwegian (who's used to 45 min lectures, break and then another 45 min) lose whatever is left of concentration and willpower.
Hold on, it gets wackier. The following conversation took place in a Thammasat classroom two days ago:
- So Professor, could you possibly recommend a few books that might be useful this semester, just so I have some guidelines?
- No, I can not.
Thinking.
- I just don't know quite where to start in this chaos of information.
- You see if I recommend any one book I will not learn anything from you.
Hmm. You learning from me. Silly me who thought the lecturer should teach ME something. Frustration.
Pull yourself together.
- Ok, thanks anyway.
Great job on the self restraint.
In other word this semester the question will perhaps not be to read or not to read.
It will be WHAT to read? I do realize it's not so bad as this lifestyle is not exactly exhausting, the birds are chirping and I have a pool in the back yard, but still.
Officially losing it,
Camilla
tirsdag 17. august 2010
Randomness in BKK
Sooo, I guess now the name of my blog will FINALLY serve its purpose, be of some use and even make perfect sense. Reason being: I'm spending six months in hot, steaming, frying, rainy, polluted, exciting, eccentric, nervous, fun Bangkok, Thailand. A place in this world that does not make sense in any way possible. And in fear of sounding like the control-freakish, stupid, little blond Norwegian I am, I like it when things make sense. In other words; I'm waaay out of my comfort zone on this one. But in fear of sounding like the totally reflected, cool young academic I am it's all just kind of new and the word lost is all too describing. I think it's going to be great if I just give the city, country and people some time though. Seems like we have a pretty great group of people smacked together both at our apartment complex - Sivalai - and in our university - Thammasat. So that's probably a good thing, I guess :)
So this guy, he's just cool and needed to fit into this blog. Not totally unrelated though as he performed on the beach in Koh Samet.
To sum up in a few words what Thailand has been all about so far, let's keep this one key-wordy: MBK for shopping and great food, Koh Samet for too much partying (at least for my taste), Lumpini Night Bazar (ridiculously humongous), Weekend Market, Khaosan Road for fun and partying (and disgusting green tea), Thammasat for school: both good and horrible lecturers, Sukhumwhit for massage and the hospital, Sivalai Place for sleep and swimming, Platinum Shopping mall (ridiculously cheap) and so forth and so on.
Bangkok is officially crazy, officially confusing and officially amazing at this point.
See ya.
So this guy, he's just cool and needed to fit into this blog. Not totally unrelated though as he performed on the beach in Koh Samet.
To sum up in a few words what Thailand has been all about so far, let's keep this one key-wordy: MBK for shopping and great food, Koh Samet for too much partying (at least for my taste), Lumpini Night Bazar (ridiculously humongous), Weekend Market, Khaosan Road for fun and partying (and disgusting green tea), Thammasat for school: both good and horrible lecturers, Sukhumwhit for massage and the hospital, Sivalai Place for sleep and swimming, Platinum Shopping mall (ridiculously cheap) and so forth and so on.
Bangkok is officially crazy, officially confusing and officially amazing at this point.
See ya.
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