Scary Instructor + Rio de Janeiro

Today had no schedule laid out, but it was pretty hectic. I woke up to random text messages, and one of them was from my friend who asked me to join him in flunking his first two hours of manning the steering wheel-- which, in his defense, never really got me in an ambulance for any physical damage. Mental trauma, yes, but it didn't go further than that. I was singing a portion of Rebecca Black's Friday  (in my head, of course. I didn't want the instructor to have LSS for the rest of the ride) about which seat to take but I ended up sittin' in the backseat anyway.


I have to say my friend did a great job at keeping me and the instructor from jumping onto our demise. His powers of pushing pedals weren't enough to keep the instructor from chewing off at reckless drivers, though. Somehow a truck almost bumped into us and the instructor, being intrepid and all, actually got out of the car and started giving them rounds of obscenities. It was awkward. And senselessly hot-- my friend's schedule happened to collide with the sun's airtime. I can't exactly say I was "chillin'" in the backseat.

The lessons ended fine (I actually learned a lot. I think I went from "n00b" to "subservient") and, deprived of the comfort car seats gave us, my friend and I walked all the way to West Visayas State University to inquire about the Foreign Language Program-- we are suckers for Gaspard Ulliel and French. We were very eager until we learned about the price. A few sessions for four thousand pesos? We asked for leaflets anyway and now I am hunting for other foreign language centers that offer French lessons for, I don't know, probably half the price? I am also illogically hoping a yummy French hunk will appear out of nowhere, offer us free lessons, ask me to get married...

But, no. This is life. You're supposed to achieve your achievable dreams and live on scheiße for the rest of it.

I've also put Rio de Janeiro into my travel list for when I grow old a young rich maid and have no one to spend my life (and money) with. I watched Rio for the second time now; in the first instance, I didn't pay much attention to the film because I thought it wouldn't be acceptable and the promotional poster stinks no matter how many times I look at it. The film is a belvedere looking out to Rio. My favorite scene is Rafael trying to teach Blu how to fly but they eventually encounter a group of hang gliders. I was captivated and now I am obsessing about hang gliding, and the song Mas Que Nada. I should also attend the Carnival, which is one of the most breathtaking festivals in the world. Imagine a whole city being lit up by colorful lights and stunning floats that undermine your definition of beauty.

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It looks like I have a lot to save up for.