The Lent has arrived!

And guess what? I did not have any idea that yesterday was the Ash Wednesday. I skipped the mass, and I bought enjoyed KFC for dinner. And felt guilty about it. Catholics tend to feel guilty about things.

As a result, I made a compromise to really abstain from something this year (usually it fails). I used to abstain from meat, but since 2 years ago, I decided that it’s just too easy to abstain from meat (no need for self-control whatsoever)

So maybe I told Him that I shall try to abstain from shopping unnecessary stuffs. Which is too heavy a cross to carry, honestly, although it will do a good fix on my leaking bank account.

But of course, it’s best to start from the simpler stuff. What about abstaining from excessive daily internet consumption? Oh no, I can’t abstain from internet. And it’s very difficult to define ‘excessive’.

Let me try abstaining from snacks. Another impossible thing to do, lol. Anyway, I have been snacking on yoghurt, which is rather healthy, so there’s no point abstaining from something that benefits my body.

I really can’t decide. But one thing for sure, I can’t even abstain from meat now because, hm well, I’ve turned carnivorous since the beginning of the year (it’s all chicken and chicken and chicken). And it’s very difficult to find a substitute for meat here. The hostel caterer does not usually serve fish (and even if fish is served, I can’t even stand the sight of it, let alone eat it), which I eat as a substitute to meat.

OH HELP ME!!!

It’s rainy and gloomy….

and depressing, but surprisingly, I feel rather happy today I feel guilty because of that, though, because things are not going very well back home.

I foresee this post is going to be a super random one. I have no choice because lately, I have no inspiration whatsoever to write a new entry for this darling blog.

Let’s start with a quick update on my boring life:

I’m teaching now (temporary, but still…)

I’m addicted to yoghurt (much healthier choice than Ruffles cheddar, fortunately) and fashion blogs

I’m stuck with the December edition of my TIME magazines and I’m trying very hard to catch up

 

Anyway, that’s all I can think of at this moment. Let’s talk about teenagers now, coming from the point of view of someone who is going to quit teenage phase soon (OH NOOO!!!) I don’t know if it’s me or it’s a teenager thing, but we tend to feel that we own the world and that we are bursting with so much energy and desire to be in charge of our own lives. Sometimes I observe my students, and I realise that some of the things they were talking about are not even the important things in life, but somehow they will be offended if you tell them so. And they feel like they know everything, and there’s no way grown-ups will understand what’s going on. WHICH IS TOTALLY WRONG OF COURSE! It’s quite easy to see through behind their facade, and to see how vulnerable they are, and how they really need someone to guide them along. It’s as if they are transparent to you, hahas.

This is scary. I think back and I realise I might have been transparent to my parents and teachers, too. MAYBE EVEN NOW, I’m transparent to them? This is really a depressing thought.

That’s why sometimes I feel protective of my students *blush*. Some of my younger female students actually caught the eyes of their older male schoolmates. Sometimes I feel like telling those older students “Yo, dude, why don’t you stay away from MY student? Come back when you have conquered the world and maybe I will let you have a small chat with her” LOL cheesy, but really, that’s how I feel.

A birthday note to Barbie (once a favourite doll of mine)

Happy 50th birthday, Barbie! Oops, I shouldn’t have mentioned your age, should I?

But, anyway, happy birthday, Barbie. Look at you! I guess you need some Botox, huh? That will be a perfect birthday gift specially from me to you. What? You would rather receive other gifts? No way, Barbie. This is a fabulous gift, and I’m sorry to remind you, but isn’t Ken turning 50, too? That’s alarming, Barb, he might start getting mid-life crisis anytime soon and surely you know many men undergoing mid-life crisis tend to succumb to the temptation of cheating (perhaps that’s just an excuse, and who knows, maybe they anticipate their 50th birthday far more enthusiastically than their 21th birthday). Aww, Barb baby, don’t worry, I’m just saying that it’s a possibility. Now you see how Botox is important. But, psst, you can always turn to Blaine if Ken ever cheats on you. Spending your retirement age in Australia is not such a bad idea, but no more surfing or suntanning please, because last time I heard, the ozone layer there is depleting and I can guarantee that if you continue your suntanning habit, you will not only get wrinkles but also skin cancer. Now, that’s something Botox can’t fix.

Hm, maybe I should give you some fake suntanning treats instead. Perhaps you would like to try “Maui”? Paris mentioned that one in that campaign vidoe of hers. Probably the most fabulous tan in town.

Anyway, these are my birthday wishes to you. I wish you have a good year ahead. I wish you and Ken will be forever together (only if he agrees to do something about his hair, otherwise I’m totally for Blaine). I wish your agency will order more environmentally-friendly hair dyes and nail paints for you. And most importantly, I wish that children will love you more than those hydrocephalic brats and that your dreams come true.

xoxo,

bolstalova

 

PS: No offence Barbie, this is just a joke although the wishes part are genuinely and sincerely from my heart <3. You are still a favourite doll of mine and I wished Santa, who obviously thought I was very naughty, would have relented and given you to ME (he gave you to my sister, instead).