All Right Here?

Having recently moved from the UK to South East Asia, a lot of people have asked me: "So, what's it like, then?" This is my attempt to answer that question.

Saturday, October 09, 2004

The Black Hole (And Frog Photo)

Quite a number of people still seem to be using the comments section of this site in order to imply that:

a) I need to get out more and get some hobbies.
b) I’m not doing any work.

I appreciate that many of these comments are tongue in cheek, but I’ve realised that some regular viewers are becoming dissatisfied with my daily output. So far I’ve written about encounters with pathetic creepy crawlies and foods that I find scary. I’ve written about not watching the football. I’ve written about over-friendly cable guys.

I’ve also written entries that I haven’t written.

This is clearly not good enough.

Consequently, I’ve decided to give you a taster of what my life is really like. I’ve decided to write today about what I did today, how busy I am, and how many hobbies I have. So here it is in all its discombobulating glory, presented in list form because that’s really interesting:

1. Up at usual time – 5.50am
2. Caught bus – 6.23am
3. Arrived at work – 6.50am
4. Started marking – 6.55am
5. Assembly – 7.50am
6. Taught lessons – 8.10 – 10.15 am
7. Break – 10.15 – 10.35am (marking)
8. Taught lessons – 10.35am – 12.40pm

Don’t scroll down! It gets better!

9. Lunch – 12.40 – 13.40pm (supervising students practising for assembly next week)
10. Taught lesson – 13.40 – 14.45pm
11. Finished work – 14.45 – 16.00 (supervising students practising for assembly next week)

Wild!

12. Pub
13. Home for kip (20 minute power nap)
14. Out for food
15. Home (encountered frog outside gate).

Usually I bypass points 12 – 14, largely because of the draining heat and the early start, both of which I’m still growing accustomed to. But today is Friday, so I went for it.

Mad, aren’t I?!

Hobbies pursued and not pursued today:

1. Can’t play football – injured knee – good thing – I’m rubbish.
2. Won’t play tennis – injured knee – good thing - it’s rubbish.
3. Reading – do it for a job, which sometimes makes it rubbish.
4. Writing – do it most evenings and you’re reading it – rubbish.
5. Socialising – see entries 12 and 14 above.
6. Music – listened to Neil Young on Walkman.
7. Photography – photo of frog taken (see point 15 (in parenthesis)) (my parentheses).

Kerrr-razeee!

Hope you’ve enjoyed my day as much as I did. So, do you want daft stories that offer no insight into what life here is like, or a catalogue of my day that offers no insight into what life is like here?

I’m sure this entry will result in a barrage of tongue in cheek comments about how:

a) I need to get out more and get some hobbies.
b) I’m not doing any work.

In case it does, I’ve decided that, before you post your comment, you should have the opportunity to read of my intrepid exploits last Friday (please note – you should stop reading now and, if you haven’t already, scroll down to the photo of the frog). You'll be able to see how busy I was, and how many hobbies I did or did not pursue. So here it is, last Friday in all its discombobulating glory, presented in list form because that’s still really interesting:

1. Up at usual time – 5.50am
2. Caught bus – 6.23am
3. Arrived at work – 6.50am
4. Started marking – 6.55am
5. Assembly – 7.50am
6. Taught lessons – 8.10 – 10.15 am
7. Break – 10.15 – 10.35am (marking)
8. Taught lessons – 10.35am – 12.40pm

Scroll down! It's the same as last week with only different frog encounter times!

9. Lunch – 12.40 – 13.40pm (supervising students practising for assembly in two weeks)
10. Taught lesson – 13.40 – 14.45pm
11. Finished work – 14.45 – 16.00 (supervising students practising for assembly in two weeks)

Wild!

12. Pub
13. Home for kip (20 minute power nap)
14. Out for food (encountered frog)
15. Home.

Usually I bypass points 12 – 14, largely because of the draining heat and the early start, both of which I’m still growing accustomed to. But it was Friday, so I went for it.

Mad, aren’t I?!

Hobbies pursued and not pursued today:

1. Can’t play football – injured knee – good thing – I’m rubbish.
2. Won’t play tennis – injured knee – good thing - it’s rubbish.
3. Reading – do it for a job, which sometimes makes it rubbish.
4. Writing – do it most evenings and you’re reading it – rubbish.
5. Socialising – see entries 12 and 14 above.
6. Music – listened to Teenage Fanclub on Walkman.
7. Photography – photo of diced frog taken (see point 14 (in parenthesis)) (my parentheses).

Kerrr-razeee!

Etc.

Here frog.


Eventually.












The photo of the frog that you've all scrolled down to. Posted by Hello

5 Comments:

  • At 1:44 am, Blogger swisslet said…

    nice frog!

    You have had a vastly more productive day than me. I'll skip the details, but suffice it to say that I wrote a list of the things I needed to do today at about 08:45am on a bit of paper. I then chose the 2 easiest as the best place to get started - how hard can it be to set up a couple of meetings with a few people??

    I got those meetings into the diary at a little after 11am.

    It's been one of those days. It's now 18:42 and I'm sat at my desk posting here and listening to "Why Can't I Be You" (acoustic) on my Ipod when I should be finishing up here and going home to my g'f who is leaving for China tomorrow.

    I've done 3 things on my list (out of 11) - so only the 8 hardest to do before I go home.

    Sigh.

    Have a good weekend!

     
  • At 1:45 am, Blogger swisslet said…

    and Neil Young? Good work!

     
  • At 5:27 pm, Blogger Me said…

    Thanks Swiss. I realised that this didn't quite make enough sense, so I've changed it since you posted your comment. Whatever you do, don't read it again. It's still largely the same thing twice.

     
  • At 9:49 pm, Blogger Me said…

    Thanks Serenade (and Swiss, of course) for providing an intelligent comment on this entry. As for tennis? Pah! Come on, Jonny, give it all you've got. My racket is stringed taut, ready for a viscious return to your weak backhand.

    And Ma, you wait till you see the shower curtain. I can guarantee it's discombobulating.

     
  • At 9:50 pm, Blogger Me said…

    And, Ma, aren't you 60?!

     

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