Dear pipsqueaks,
What a random weekend! It felt a little "Yes Man" for me cos I don't usually just accept invites to gatherings with people that I'm not familiar with, let alone with a group of friends flying in FOP from France of a guy I met in the gym! Okay, maybe he's not that random cos we've at least been apartment-building-gym mates for a month. But the funny thing is, we've never actually planned to hangout or do anything until he's moved out! So now, instead of a 2min distance, it's more like a 15min walk. See how life just works out that way? I also found out he's entirely different from my profiling of him when we used to just be gym mates. With his friends, he's soooooo hilarious! (but no gossip here cos he's not my type- he's more of the silly one in the crowd, surprisingly entertaining but not my bf material) On the other hand, one of his friend from France is, well lol, quite interesting indeed...
Do remember that I'm already a foreigner in Malaysia, speaking less malaysian than local babies can, which I'm constantly reminded of every time I talk cos I tend to hv to repeat myself- once for talking too fast n once for my canadian accent (but seriously, just between u n me, I'm not the one with the accent here! *shhhh*) So imagine being outnumbered five to one? Now that I think back, it felt like I've spent a weekend in Paris or something! *french overdose!* Luckily, everyone's very patient n realize I'm just sitting there with my "eh?" face, so they'd translate or speak in english just for me (or my new "french connection" would understand my confused look n do live-time translation for me of what everyone's talking about- aww so sweet!) Yes, it's true. I'm a sucker for little things that most guys wouldn't even notice. For example, letting girls walk inside further from the curb; pulling out the seat for the girl to sit; waiting just outside of the restroom to be safe; understanding looks (some people would never notice that others feel left out cos of various reasons, very obvious one being language; so it's just cute that the 5 of them would speak in "zhere" frenchy english just for me), making certain decisions to simplify things (after swimming, he offered his towel a couple of times n was turned down. So, he just tossed it over my shoulders so i wouldn't talk back- kinda sweet haha) hm, I guess it's all about knowing when to step down n be respectful of personal choices n when to step up n be the man! It's one thing to force a drink n another to force a towel.
Honestly, I haven't just "hangout" with a bunch of people for a while. Somehow, it felt a little foreign to be socializing again *shock* but it all came back to me soon enough. We didn't do anything in particular, yet it was a weekend packed with events. Ever since I left my sister in Vancouver, I hvnt spent a whole day just eating! We literally had lunch at a bar, dinner on the streetside, dessert/drinks at a pub n 3am snack at a malay restaurant. *food overdose!* but nonetheless, it was relaxing not to hv to think or make plans...just going with the flow never had been so much fun- especially with a bunch of very new friends (which I soon realized they were just tired the night I met them. The next day, they were like duracell battery fully recharged for action n literally a bunch of silly engineers on vacation!- yah, all of them were in engineering school together...so not only do they speak french, they speak french technical terms. U can tell I gave up trying to guess what they were saying a looooooong time ago). Conclusion: I can't wait for the house-warming party cos the frenchies will be back for it!
Although sometimes it may feel like a weekend should be put to good use with travelling n being all productive in squeezing every ounce of "working in Malaysia", its also quite nice to just do nothing. Being in KL, I've given myself the invisible pressure to "do" something every weekend that I forgot I can also "do" nothing. Although the weather hasn't been the most cooperative with all the thunderstorms, I should slip into a beach chair by the pool when it does decide to be nice. It's odd, but now, I've officially associated swimming with french. Ah, how I wish I didn't forget all those years of french class...but my new french teacher did teach me a few phrases here n there (except, it's unfit for post so I'll just skip it :P) hm, maybe now that I'm officially invited to visit them/him in Paris, I should fit in a mini trip sometime next year! *excited*
Don't forget: "doing nothing" is also an option in deciding what to do!