This is the tale of my babysitting adventures... Which was like a horror movie but without the spooky calls from inside the house, creepy-looking kids, or toys trying to kill us... The horror part of it comes from my little pony lectures, my can-drive-people-crazy ramblings on Tyler Hoechlin, and me being a dreadful babysitter... I'm actually a horrible person in general; I don't know why people keep trusting me with their kid...
You would think with Tyler Hoechlin being my celebrity crush and current obsession, that my YouTube history will be filled with Tyler stuff; interviews, clips from his movies, random "Tyler is hot" videos from his fans, etc...
It isn't... Yeah... I'm a weird obsessive fan...
The kind who says she's crazy about her celebrity crush... and can't stop thinking about him... but spends her time reading a book instead... I do love to read; it was what got me through my childhood...
I don't even have his face as my phone or computer wallpaper...
Hey... I don't want Google to know about my obsession with him...
Some things I prefer to keep private... from Google...
like my stash of chocolate truffles and candy bars, and its secret hiding place...
my inability to say no to dessert...
and my crazy, unexplained, I-wish-it-could-go-away crush on Tyler Hoechlin...
Also his face as my laptop wallpaper would mean I won't get any work done...
I stared at the above Tyler gif for like close to 10 minutes... just watching him say "whatttt...." (yes... what is wrong with me indeed)
So yeah... My wallpaper is just random scenery stuff... Cause I could seriously spend my entire day staring at his face...
Anyway, it's not like I haven't memorized his face... so I don't really need to stare at him every day...
And yes I admit this freely without an ounce of shame... hey I listen to all the motivational stuff that says like who you like, don't care what others say, be yourself... so if the "myself" is a little bit loopy, that's what I'm going to continue to be...
Anyway got my customary giddy raving about Tyler Hoechlin every time I write a blog post out of the way...
Now I can go back to my babysitting tale.
So I opened my YouTube account the other day, in front of my colleagues, and there in all its glory was my watch history...
Not this kind of watch history!
I'm no Castiel. The clueless, "I-don't-get-the-reference" angel, who watches totally inappropriate stuff occasionally... without realizing he's watching inappropriate stuff... but then continues to watch it...
Just to clarify... I don't watch stuff like that... Everything I watch has people with clothes on...
Say what you want, but clothes were invented for a reason so I prefer to see people with clothes ON not off...
I don't even want to see myself without clothes... If I could I would bathe with clothes on...
So no inappropriate videos... Or Tyler Hoechlin... and his sexy back...
Maybe it also had the song, Jerusalema repeated a few times... thanks to my sister who had this idea to get our family... the cousins, and maybe our uncle, who's usually game for stuff like this... to do the dance during Christmas...
She had the dance choreographed and all... as a fun Christmas memory... But we ended up not
doing it... as we were too tired... from all the talking... and eating...
Yeah... Food tends to get in the way of all our plans... Oh well maybe next time...
So other than that song and some Christmas tunes, my watch history was filled with My Little Pony, How to Make Slime, Barbie...
Yes... That was my watch history...
My colleagues looked at me... I looked at them...
They probably think I have some weird fascination with kids stuff.
Or that I'm weird... hmmm yep... based on my general behavior, going with them thinking I'm weird...
Yes colleagues... That's what you get for babysitting your neighbor's kid...
Thanks to her, I also know all the names of the My Little Pony... Cause nothing says you're a rock star than knowing the names of the little ponies...
Yes... Merlin... Rock star....
You can go around saying, "I was born with it" about your magical powers as much as you want, Merlin... But I was born with it too...
Ok maybe I was born with the ability to bore people to the point of them wishing they could press the delete button on me...
So was hoping my recently acquired grasp of the pony world makes me a rock star too...
Ok, it really doesn't...
I just needed something to make me feel better about this whole pony thing.
So my babysitting duties, other than watching My Little Pony videos with my young charge, also includes her giving me a rundown of the Pony Universe.
"Watch this. See how they fly. See how they change color", she says excitedly.
I listen reluctantly...
Then I got bored... So I say to her, "Why aren't they wearing clothes. That's so wrong."
If you hadn't guessed it by now... yes... I'm a terrible babysitter...
A little hesitation... or "No No... You're a great babysitter" would have been nice, Tyler... But I guess Superman can't lie...
Anyway, I know I'm a bad babysitter...
If there was a babysitting test, I would probably fail it... or get a zero... or get a "go directly to Azkaban... do not pass Go... you ain't getting no 200"...
Yeah... I really love board games... Yes... Chest too... I mean Chess...
Hmmmm maybe I should distract her with some board games...
Anyway... I made the "pony not wearing clothes" comment...
She goes... "Whatttt!!!!"...
And man I swear... I seriously pictured the jaws music playing in the background... seeing her face that had the look of, "I can't believe you used the word 'naked' in front of me"...
I wonder if she tells her parents about how weird and horrible I am...
Probably not... Cause I'm still being trusted with this babysitting gig.
She explains... "No... that's their coat"... Only Princess level or something can wear a cape... I think that's what she said... Gawd... I don't really know...
I tell her... That's not fair... That's called discrimination, girl... Why aren't all ponies treated equally in the pony world? Why do only certain class of ponies get to wear capes?
She glares at me... Man... Scary... like Derek Hale staring at you...
Ok... maybe I'm bored and have started my favorite pastime of daydreaming about Tyler Hoechlin...
Sorry kid... I really like you...
But I've only got this guy on my brain... His name is
Tyler Hoechlin... It's also known as menopause... or maybe hormones gone wrong...
Anyway... back to My Little Pony...
So next, she lists out all the “my little ponies”... and like a teacher instructing her students gets me to learn and memorize them.
I ask her if there would be a test... She says, "no... but you got to remember them"...
Enjoying myself?
Babysitting is so much fun...
Then she goes on about their virtue...
It's like a full on lecture about My Little Pony...
Bringing back torturous memories of being in a lecture hall, trying not to fall asleep... because you were up till 5am completing your four projects and assignments that were all due on the same day...
because telling your professor that you have another assignment due from another professor only meant getting more assignments added to your workload...
and you are tired... and hungry cause you ran out of money buying books but too embarrassed to ask your parents for money...
Especially as you know they too are struggling to pay for your education... and you feel sad being a burden to them... but you really need to get your degree...
But it's so tough... and you're studying far far away from home... the first time you've been away from your family for so long...
So you're miserable... and you miss your family and just want to see their face... because in those days there were no such thing as video calls...
All you had was a mobile phone that was small and cute... which at that time was considered a luxury...
The type of phone you could use to kill rats... That could magically bounce and fall down a flight of stairs but still continue to work...
A luxury compared to standing in line in front of a phone booth to make your call to your family...
Waiting for the person in front of you to finish
his call to his girlfriend... understanding why sometimes sorcerers turn people into ferrets...
Wishing I could go up to him and tell him,
“Excuse me. I don't think you need to repeat 'I love you baby' again cause she probably heard it... the 100 times you've been saying it..
And if you have nothing else to say other than 'I love you'... 'I miss you'... and that weird cooing noise you're making... which may sound romantic to your girlfriend... but just makes me want to barf...
Perhaps you can let me make my call... Also I didn't mean to eavesdrop but your voice is really loud.”
I wish I could have done that... But they would have probably called me a Romance Scrooge... the Grinch... or something... so I kept quiet...
And bit my fingers so I wouldn't punch the wall next to me... also I was hungry and only had a 10 dollar note in my wallet... and was hoping sucking on my fingers would ease the hunger...
Yeah... Weird ideas come to me all the time... It's like not only am I weird... my thoughts are as well..
This was exactly my reaction during the entire lover boy's conversation... which was really looooong...
That funnily also included her giving him a description of her clothes I think... which he was listening to with full concentration...
Cause I heard him asking her what she was wearing... Not really sure why...
Pretty sure we all wear the same clothes... Like it's clothes... What are you? The fashion police... Pretty sure there's no fashion course in our university for him to be that attentive to her choice of clothes.
Hey.... Hellooooo man of my dreams, Tyler Hoechlin...
Wait... Why are you giving me that look? The look that I interpret as, “Are you for real?”
Cause quite sure I've gotten the same “what is wrong with you” look from many people.
Or wait... Is that the look that says, “You're so cute and adorable”?
In all honesty, though, Tyler... Can't say I blame you... Most of the time, when I start talking, I want to get out of there too... it's like my talking annoys me too.
So... Sorry Mr. Romance on the phone guy... Didn't mean to judge you... I'm not hating on couples...
I know I know... When you're young and in love... Even the weather, the food you eat and clothes you wear are topics of interest...
I mean I guess it is... Doesn't help that I've never been in love so have no experience in this being-in-a-relationship sort of thing so I really am like the love and romance scrooge...
The Grinch who stole the romance out of everything...
Because now as a much older person... and after watching movies that has the “what are you wearing” scenes... which I sometimes fast-forward cause I'm like a kid and also scared of my mom... but now I get what the phone guy was doing and I'm like ewwwww...
Also glad I've never had a boyfriend...
cause he would go, "what are you wearing?"...
and I would say, "hmmm... clothes??"...
With confusion about his interest in my choice of apparel... which is usually boring t-shirts and skirts... and would wonder why he frustratingly threw his phone at the wall... hearing my answer...
In all seriousness though, do people really get turned on by stuff like this... describing their sexy clothes or lack of it?
I just don't get it... I think I need my hormones checked...
Maybe I have none? Like no romance hormones? Is that a thing? Oh well, I'm sure if it was, it will be covered on Grey's Anatomy...
But at that moment there I really missed my family... being away from them for the first time... I've never even been on trips without them... So I really needed to make that call... especially before my baby brother's bedtime...
And this is the baby brother, who would wait at the arrival gate of the airport when I used to come home on my semester breaks... then wave excitedly when I walked through the door, before running up to me and hugging me...
The same baby brother.... who cried when he found out that I had called my mom to ask for money.... as I hadn't eaten from morning and was really hungry... and who offered his piggy-bank full of money to be sent to me...
He would do the same for me now, even though he's all grown-up and married... So would my sister... And so would my sister in law... I have an awesome family... And friends and relatives who are so good to me...
I'm so blessed... and thank God every day, during my prayers, for the people in my life... ðŸ˜
Man... when you get emotional typing a blog post... Sorry about that...
Totally worth the stares I get when I finish my call because most people were
waiting to call their significant other... and I'm
talking to my family... and saying, “I love you and miss you” to
my 8-year-old brother...
So you hear their voice and miss them... and wish you could just quit and go home... but you don't
want to disappoint your family... or be a failure... so you continue on... hating every minute of it...
Ok sorry... Getting a lecture brought back memories of my university days.
Anyway... Back to my babysitting victim
charge and her My Little Pony lecture...
Something about how this pony lost her pink and turned grey... Seriously engrossing stuff...
It's like game of thrones in the kid world... but without zombies eating your face, people getting burnt, killed and maimed, and the worst... the stuff that goes on involving people doing things without their clothes on... which I usually fast-forward cause... you know... I'm five...
Man... I really
miss Merlin... The series ended so abruptly...
I wish we could have gotten another season of the show
with Arthur knowing that Merlin has powers... instead of Arthur finding out only
at the very end of the series...
It
would have been so nice to see their interaction... their antics and
all the adventures they would have gotten into... with Arthur in the know finally... I wish they would reboot the series...
Sorry.... I do tend to ramble a lot... When Dr. Reid does it, everyone is in awe of his knowledge... When I do it, people want to kill themselves...
Sorry I can't ramble smartly like Dr. Reid... I'm not smart... Like I can't even answer riddles...
I can do trivia on the movies and books I like... I'm actually addicted to trivia so much so that once I start a trivia, I can't seem to stop...
But riddles that make you think... That I can't do... Not quick to give answers... I guess my IQ is like kinda zero... Not getting into Mensa for sure... I even had to Google Mensa just to make sure I got the word correct.. and not write messa or something... cause I'm that mess of a girl...
Anyway where was I? Ohhhh... My little pony...
She goes on about how wonderful the little ponies are.
Like I don't know, fly, solve crimes, help people, and save the world...
Wait.... That's Superman, right?
Or was it they look good and comb their hair...
And how they have wonderful hair, a little sexy stubble and mesmerizing eyes... Wait... Still Superman...
That's what I get for not paying attention and day-dreaming about YOU-KNOW-WHO...
Anyway... My Little Pony...
There's also a song, which my young friend starts singing... Which sounded very much like Rachel Platten's “Fight Song” to me...
And I'm like... I know that song... but those are not the words...
She glares at me... again...
It's becoming a recurring thing... this glaring...
She should meet Mr. Glaring at People, Derek Hale...
Oh helloooooo...
Stop my drivel?
Got it!
When Tyler Hoechlin's Derek Hale gives you that look, it's wiser to stop...
So back to my story...
My babysitting companion goes... "Nooooo.... That's the Pony Song!"
Ok fine... Pony Song it is... I ain't messing with no pony.
She then continues to sing the song...
The best thing about this babysitting job is the fact that my young charge is part of our church choir.. and has an angelic voice... So yeah I enjoy the singing.... The best thing about this babysitting thing... listening to her sing...
Then she assigns me a pony... I said I want the pie one cause you know I love pies... especially chicken pot pie...
She glares at me... again...
Do I mind that a 12-year-old kid is glaring at me and thinks I'm weird...
No... of course not... I'm unique like that...
She assigns me Pinkie Pie... not because I like pink... ewwww... cause of the pie... Ok Ok... I just generally love food... It's tough being on a weight loss journey when food is a temptation I can't seem to resist...
She takes Rainbow Dash cause she likes rainbows...
and she assigns my cousin Twilight Sparkle cause my cousin likes Robert Pattinson...
I like the intelligent, creative way this young girl thinks...
She tells me sorry there's no Superman related pony for me....
Hmmmm so even a young kid knows of my Tyler Hoechlin infatuation and here I was thinking I was being so discreet...
So I say, "bummer"...
She goes, “Noooo. You're using a bad word.”
Then we have a vocabulary discussion as I explain the word “bummer” to her... I'm such a weird babysitter...
But hey... At least it's better than the babysitter who snoops around and releases evil monsters or spirits that kill everyone.
That's another thing about horror movies that have creepy-looking kids that say and do the most horrible, evil things, and all that's going on in my mind is how did they ever get these kids to say or do these things...
Like wouldn't these kids need therapy or something?
And they do it so realistically... Like how is that even possible...
Wouldn't they cry? I mean, I would... At that age... Actually I would at this age...
See... See... How can people not be creeped out by this...
The scariest horror movies for me have always been the ones with murderous, villainous kids...
Even the evil kid in Stargirl scared
me... Don't get me started on those dolls that move...
Which is why I thought long and hard about this whole babysitting thing... and only accept kids I can trust... won't stab me continuously while singing an eerie tune...
Don't give me the “What is wrong with you” look, Tyler... Kids are scary...
Fun Fact : Tyler, it might interest you to know that there are a lot of “how can this guy be real” thirst tweets written by fans about you... I do fully get those tweets, to be honest...
Yes... Tyler... They do write that a lot about you... Hmmmm Just realized I get this exact “I'm bored... Wish she would stop rambling” look a lot from people...
Anyway, back to the, hopefully safe and won't kill me, young girl I'm babysitting...
She goes on to assign various members of my family a pony.
I tell you... The highlight of my day... being assigned a pony...
Then she sees the glazed look in my eyes... and says, “Are you paying attention? Can you remember the names? Repeat them to me.”
"I'm a slow learner" is the excuse I give her... She ain't buying it...
Man.... kids nowadays are so fierce... and smart....
So I tell her, “You had me at pie... better with some whipped cream on it.”
She looks at me oddly... the kind of look that says... what is wrong with you... like I was the kind of person her parents probably asked her to be careful of... and stay away from...
So anyway...
It's a few hours later, and we're now eating pie.
P.S.
New Update from Babysitting Central...
Another babysitting duty...
When you're single and live with your mom... and people take your mom out instead of you because your mom is more cool... and way more fun than you... you get stuck with babysitting duties...
Luckily she's a fun kid and I enjoy her company...
I guess the teenage hormones are setting in, cause now she says that she's into BTS and calls them her brothers.... Wait... Correction... All are her brothers... Except for one... whom she calls her boyfriend...
Yup. I so went this Tyler Hoechlin's dorky Clark Kent excited over his son having a girlfriend route with her...
Yeah.... I know I know... He's only her fantasy boyfriend... but I was being supportive...
Hey in my fantasy land, my celebrity crush and I are on cute pet name basis, and play board games together... in which I constantly beat him cause I'm that good (ok I really am not... but in my fantasy I am)...
Yeah exactly... Which is how I picture Tyler and I playing games...
And when I say games.... I mean real games... like board games... and not the other kinds of games cause I read storybooks.... and I know there are other kinds of games... that I would rather eat toads than play....
You can call me a prude, loser, anything, I don't care... The only games I want are those that occasionally involve a dice....
Like recently I went to a book sale with my mom... Some women rush to the mall when there are handbag sales... I rush to the mall when there's a book sale...
So anyway some of those risque books were on sale... And I WASN'T planning to buy them even if they were really cheap...
I used to read them for fun... But now I read the synopsis at the back of the book... of falling into his passionate embrace.. and coming alive with his every touch... all I want to do is gag... Sometimes I roll my eyes...
Look... I come alive when I stuff pizza in my mouth... That cheesy goodness... Hard to beat...
In all honesty when I read those books when I was younger... I did find them romantic... Now I guess I'm jaded...
Love and romance don't make me as excited as slices of candied ginger... that are delicious and another guilty pleasure I can't stop munching on...
Which you can only get in Malaysia.... cause we're awesome!
Ok maybe you can get it in other countries too... I just wanted to say we're awesome...
Anyway... As I was looking at the books, gagging at the synopsis of hunky man and the woman's pulsating desire for them...
My mom sees me, takes the books from my hands, and says, “Why are you looking at those books... Those are not for you... These are adults book”...
I'm like... "Mom... I'm in my 40s!"...
I swear my mom thinks I'm 10... Maybe I do act like one...
When I repeated this story to someone in her presence, she said, “Can't you take a joke... I was joking”...
I really hope that's true ma! But then I guess my mom knows about my prudish tendencies...
When I was young, she did censor the books I read... Not allowing me to read any books with “adult'' scenes in it even a Mills & Boon book... till I turned 18...
The only thing I
was allowed to read was Enid Blyton and Geogette Heyer...
Actually you're right, Superman... I don't see a problem with that either...
Those books gave me so much pleasure when I was young... All those Famous 5 adventures and Faraway Tree stories... So many memories of those beautifully told tales... I actually still enjoy reading Heyer, even now...
So anyways....Where was I? Oh yeah hanging out, on a fantasy basis, with Tyler Hoechlin...
Eating... Playing games... Then spending the nights watching movies together... We are currently re-watching the 6th season of Game of Thrones... which is the BEST SEASON EVER... cause hey Battle of the Bs and Jon Snow, King of the North... What could be better than that...
Wait Tyler is that your "I want nothing to do with this... I'm getting out of here" stance??? Gee... When Tyler Hoechlin tries to escape from you even in your fantasies...
Ok... Sorry... My fantasies are a little bit more advanced that normal people's fantasy...
Other people fantasize inappropriate things, judging by the things people write in his Twitter mentions, which I sometimes have to look up cause I don't understand those thirst-tweets...
While mine is all innocent fantasies, like eating pizza...
(And the best thing about the pizza is the fact that he probably wouldn't eat much pizza... as he maintains his weight and stuff... while I'm the girl who stuffs everything into her mouth... that would mean more pizza for me... yayyyyy)...
watching movies... and playing board games... while we nibble on potato chips... I don't abide by the, “don't eat too much potatoes” policy... Cause they look so cute and sexy with their criss-cut ways... and crinkly curves... how can they be bad...
Is that the silently judging you look that says, you look like a pail of rotting potatoes and you're having fantasies of fun and games... with Tyler Hoechlin...
Yeah... Sorry... I forgot to take my get-over-Tyler-Hoechlin-and-stop-talking-about-him medication today...
A girl has no shame.
Back to my story....
So my young friend keeps telling me that she's a part of the BTS army... which made me all kinds of scared because I hear the word "army" and I think Avengers: Endgame...
And that she purples me... I hope I got that right... cause dang if I know what it means...
She goes, “Come and see how cute they look in this video... Look at their smile... They're so cute..."
Suddenly she screams, "Oh nooooo!!!!"
I ask, “Why?”
I thought her phone batteries had died and I'm like yay... silence at last...
It's not like I'm dissing the band... as they seem like nice enough guys...
As an Asian myself... so I am happy and proud to see an Asian band, who went from unknown to taking the world by storm... through sheer hard work...
And as my sister, who has also gotten the BTS fever tells me, they went from not being able to afford a meal to now having all the money in the world, yet still try to remain down-to-earth... so yes... they are inspirational young men that will not lead their fans down the wrong path...
Being the person, who has struggled financially, it's nice to be inspired by stories of people who show you.... that it does not matter where you come from but it's how hard you're willing to work to make your dreams come true...
That anything is possible as long as you put your mind to it...
And I respect them for it.
Alas, my mind has only one man in it, at the moment... and he's ripped, so he takes up a lot of space...
Yeah... I'm not really sure what I'm trying to say... babysitting is exhausting...
Also maybe I watched episode 9 of Superman & Lois Season 1... and have not really been able to think straight... and no... the above scene in that episode has nothing to do with me not thinking straight... not at all...
You know you need help when you become envious of the girl who got to put this make-up on Tyler...
Cause there are people who are out there doing world-changing, life-changing things, for other people, and I'm thinking such shallow thoughts like if the make-up artist enjoyed working on Tyler...
My poor mom... How I must be a disappointment to her...
Sorry where was I... My mind wanders a lot... I'm not really sure how I'm getting through my babysitting... without losing my charge...
Lucky I'm not babysitting a baby... cause the baby could wander all over town and I wouldn't even know...
"My poor brothers have fallen down... Look at how cute they look falling down.... Come let me show you."
I'm seriously scared now, people.
Then she asks me for my favorite BTS guy...
And she shows them to me, and asks me to choose the best... And I'm seriously lost for an answer... And I say, “I don't know who is who...”
Which, I guess, is the wrong thing to say because she does her favorite job of glaring at me...
Gawd, this 12-going-on-13 kid is literally scaring me.
Forgive me... I'm not really observant when it comes to looks... I sometimes don't know which is one is me... when I see an old school group photo of when I was young...
Most of the time
I can't even recognize my face when I see an occasional photo of me... I'm like, "hmmm so that's how I look like now"...
I can't even recognize my own writing... Like my mom showed me a Mother's Day card we sent her years ago... and she asked if it was me or my sister who sent it... and for the life of me, I really couldn't remember... And my mom goes, “Can't you recognize your own writing?” and I'm like... “hmmm no...”
I don't know half of my colleagues that I've worked with for years... I've smiled at them... Talked to them... But I can't remember their names...
Sometimes I can't tell two colleagues apart... I know one of them is dating another guy who works in the company... Now I'm worried I asked the wrong girl about him...
Like telling the “maybe not his girlfriend” girl that he did a great job on the project... which would probably make her think, “And you're telling me this... because???? Do I look like I care about his job performance”...
And I was thinking why couldn't she be happy... Like wouldn't you be happy if someone said nice things about your boyfriend...
I get excited when people say nice things about Tyler Hoechlin... And he's just a celebrity crush...
I maybe even screenshot those nice things people say about him...
Wait... Did I say that out loud...
So why wasn't that colleague happy that I was praising her boyfriend... Gee I hope they haven't broken up...
Wait is he dating her... or was it the other girl?...
No wait... Isn't she married to another guy?
What am I talking about... See... You get why this is hard for me...
Anyway... back to the question of 'favorite BTS guy' posed by my young BTS friend. To appease her, I say, “What I mean is they all look equally cute.”
Which seemed to make her happy... Crisis averted...
Sometimes... occasionally... I do get my smart on...
But then... she insists on me choosing the one I think is the cutest...
I'm like seriously... Are you pulling a plot twist on me...
You know those movies... when you think the crisis has been averted... Everyone's safe... Happy... Partying... Like it's almost the end of the movie... And you're like cool... Happy ending...
And then the zombies attack... Or aliens invade... and everybody dies...
Here I was thinking saying “they were all cute” was going to cut it... Apparently I had to choose the cutest of them all..
Like that poor mirror who had to say “you queen” all the time.. Then he goes and says, “Snow White”... and all hell breaks loose...
The mirror should have just kept quiet... Like seriously dude, haven't you heard that sometimes it pays not to be too honest...
Who cares if Snow White is the fairest... Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder...
And seriously... Just because the Queen is older now... You choose the younger woman.... Like all men... Faithful to the woman... Then the woman gets old... and a young woman comes along... and Bam! Bye wife!
Sorry... with that "seriously.... you're hating on a mirror" look on Tyler's face... I guess I did go a little off track...
So now... Back to the task at hand... Choosing the fairest one of all among the many BTS guys...
You know honestly... They're young... Almost kids... I feel nothing... Maybe I should fake a stomach ache and hide in the toilet?
Then I see her sweet face... expectantly waiting for an answer...
I remember how it feels to have a celebrity crush... and I scold myself in my head...
I tell myself, “You're such an awful person! You should be ashamed! Now slap yourself!”
Anyway, I ask her, “Who's your favorite?” cause I thought I would make her happy by talking about how cute he is.
Hey I'm the type of person who
supports your celebrity crush.
Even if I don't feel the same way about them, their movies or their songs... I will awww and oooooooo and gasp when needed... and say "ohhh so cute"...
Like when my colleague goes on about Sebastian Stan... and sends photos after photos of him to me... I will make the appropriate awww-ing noises and say things like “Stan you Later" when she goes home after work...
I guess she stans Stan??? Get it??
Luckily his name wasn't Stanley, huh? He would be called Stan Stan...
Hahahaha I'm so funny... and clever...
Hmmmppp... Sometimes people don't get my extremely funny, punny humour...
Although, I do realize I could be one of those annoying colleagues, that everyone wishes wouldn't talk... or acknowledge them publicly...
Anyway even if Tyler Hoechlin is the only one on my mind... I'll still support your celebrity crush...
I'm not like handsome Aragorn, who was my favorite... with his big, inspiring speech as he rides into battle... and the cute way he speaks elvish in front of the girl crushing on him...
Like seriously, man... Don't go be all "hot guy" in front of the woman who has the hots for you... Like show a little respect for the poor woman...
I'm sorry, Éowyn... I was really rooting for you...
I'm no Aragorn... I'm like Legolas, the quietly standing at the back, nodding and smiling when needed... And saying your celebrity crush is awesome...
Even those who send you videos of their celebrity crush...
Saying, "Watch this video.... He's so cute"...
Honestly, he's your crush... I don't see the cute...
But support you I will... and say, "yeahhhh very cute"... Just to see your face light up...
Cause I'm not the type of person who will crush your spirit by disrespecting your fav guy...
Okay, maybe sometimes I do that to annoy my sister with her BTS and Korean guy obsessions....
Sometimes at the risk to my life because my sister is quite sensitive... and my joke might come across as 'mean...
Or maybe I AM mean... Hey I'm trying this life thing... Sometimes I don't get it right...
Hmmm... When even Clark Kent is disappointed in you...
Sorry where was I?
Ohhhh... My babysitting charge's favorite BTS guy... and me being too afraid to admit in front of this young girl... that I couldn't remember their names...
Look they have an army... I'm afraid...
I did remember her vaguely saying one name... I think it was one of the alphabets...
Then I remember another one had a food-related name... Yeah... Food I remember... Was it cake???
Anyway... I tell her, “I'll take the food guy... cause I love food.”
She likes him too... He's like her 2nd or 3rd favorite... So she's happy... No glaring... Thank goodness...
I feel so Olivia Pope right now with the way I handled the almost crisis of not choosing a favorite BTS guy.
Happy to say that I now know their names... Although can't really tell them apart.. but hey, at least I know their names...
I also know a little about them... thanks to the History lesson... never asked... but freely given by my sister... on their achievements...
I admire anyone, who rises to fame and fortune... but never leaves their family behind... doing nice things for them in return...
It's sometimes why I struggle to make something of myself... Not just to improve my fortunes... but to help my family, friends, and those in need... Hence, me being supportive of the crush...
So anyway... Now I'm trying to find something BTS-related for this young girl... like a shirt, bag, tumbler, hoodie or something... to give her as a gift...
From what I hear, they seem like nice enough guys; grounded... And do have encouraging words for their fans... and the tale of their success is very inspiring... so I get the allure... and why they're so famous...
They're not going to teach her anything bad... So I guess there's no harm in her having a crush on them... As long as they inspire her to do good... achieve things.... and reach for her dreams...
It's really admirable that their fans range in age from my sister... who's almost 40... to my young teenage babysitting charge... who's not even 18.
I know what it's like to have a celebrity crush... When everyone thinks you're crazy, and laugh at you... and ask you to grow up... and tell you...
Wait... Were all these said to me...
Kidding kidding... All the above didn't really happen... ok maybe it did... Gawd... I don't really know...
One thing I'm sure is no way in Hale am I getting a tattoo... I hate even poking that tiny needle into my finger to test my blood sugar level, which I do occasionally when my mom gets into her "let's check our blood sugar level" mode...
So I ain't letting a needle poke holes into my body... even for Tyler Hoechlin...
I'm the woman who throws a tantrum every time my sister forces me to go with her for a threading.
Exactly how my sister drags me to those beauty centers to get hair pulled out of my face, while I whine and complain the entire time... and yes... just my face cause I make such a scene that they dare not wax my legs...
So my legs are like hairy, fuzzy rugs... that scare cats... Even lizards have fallen off my wall in shock...
And do my eyebrows look like millipedes are sitting on them... Perhaps.
But hey, I don't want to do any pulling of hair...
It's not like I'm going to turn into a beautiful princess anyway with a makeover, like she did... And she was already beautiful before the makeover...
Hair or no hair.. Voltaire... I'll still be ugly...
Why do people need their eyebrows to be thin anyway?
Thick or thin eyebrows are not going to make any difference on how you see. You see with your eyes. Not your eyebrows. Also, it's painful!
My sister and colleagues say that “beauty is pain” so to be beautiful we need to go through a little pain... And I'm like... I'd rather be ugly... Like who needs all that pain... Let me remain ugly... and hairy... I don't need no beauty in my life...
So anyway... beauty center horrors aside... I'll support my young babysitting charge and her celebrity crush... and say "wow" to all her drawings of BTS, and won't tease her and all her BTS dreams and aspirations...
At her age, I guess it's acceptable to have a crush... at my age not
so much...
But then again, when I was her age, I never really had a celebrity crush... So I guess I'm making up for it now?
Man... That My Little Pony song is playing in my head right now...
I guess I don't really suck at this babysitting thing cause my young friend bought me a book from one of my favorite authors, knowing how much I love books, with the money she had saved, and even wrote me a poem, for my Birthday...
It was so sweet that this young girl was so kind to do this for me... Can't put into words, how touched I was... 😢
For all her fierce ways, I realize she's a girl with a heart of gold...
Unlike me, who's shy and timid and hate walking out of my house, she's spirited, feisty and gutsy...
Fun Fact: Watching this scene... even if it was just a fantasy movie... an animated movie at that.. I cheered for young Merida... Happy to see a young woman courageously standing up for what she believes in and not afraid to show her skills...
In the same way, hope this young friend of mine will always be self-assured and confident... and do her best to achieve all her dreams... Looking at all that she is now, pretty sure she'll go far in life...
I'm so honored to be called her friend and big sister...
Sorry... A bit overdone...
Sometimes I forget I'm just babysitting... not watching her go off to college.
Anyway... I do enjoy all her talks about her life, her celebrity crush, V from BTS, and her favorite things... The older boy she has a crush on in school... excited when she gets to meet him... who made her sad recently because he posted about his girlfriend...
She asked me about my crush in school... and I maybe stunned her a little by saying... “hmmm none”...
I told her that I have never had any crush on any real-life person... even now... Not when I was studying... Not at work...
My crush now is Dell... And she got excited because she said, “His name sounds so cool... Like he must be really cute”... Then I showed her my Dell laptop... She probably thinks there's something wrong with me... But hey... I'm fine with that...
I like listening to her stories as it's nice seeing life
through the eyes of one so young and innocent... She does make me
laugh with the cute way she tells her stories.
Like the other day she was telling me about starting in a new school, and a new grade, and getting the phone number of a girl that will be in her class, from the class group chat.
And she said, she sent the girl a private message, “Can we be friends?”
and the girl replied, “yes” with a smiley face emoji.
And she excitedly told me, “Yes! I have a new friend in my new school!”
So I thought to myself.... gee I wish I could send a message to Tyler Hoechlin like that.
Something along the lines of
“Hi. Can we be friends?”
“Yo. Wazzup, homie?”
“Be my friend... WHAT SAY YOU!”
“Do you want to be my friend?”
“Do you want to build a snowman?”
Goodness... I'm even scaring myself...
Message received loud and clear, Tyler Hoechlin...
Man... The reason Derek Hale is one of my favorite characters, other than Tyler Hoechlin's Clark Kent... is because of this... The way he can communicate without words and make people acquiesce... with just a lift of his eyebrow and his glance...
And no... let's build a snowman is not a euphemism for some naughty x-rated word...
I mean I guess it isn't? Unless it is and I don't know it... Like recently discovering innocuous words actually have hidden meaning...
Like I love ice-cream and was innocently Googling ice-cream... cause I wanted to eat the McD Sundae... but it was during Lent... and so I wanted to check if it contained eggs cause my mom and I go vegan during Lent...
Then discovered ice-cream has another meaning...
Like seriously
people... what is wrong with you...
I don't understand people sometimes...
Ice-cream is the pleasure of my
life... how you could tarnish it... Why associate food with THAT... And I read this during Lent and now worried I have to go to confession for this...
Like couldn't you have given it a scientific name... like fulcrum or something...
Like how you name elements on the periodic table... Names you can never remember unless you're some genius, who appear on talk shows and the History channel...
Then people won't have their eyes soiled when they look up innocent stuff like... are there eggs in the McD sundae...
Although normally I would agree with everything you say... Mr. Derek Hale... in your... "I'm so hot, I make kneeling on the ground, in the dirt, so sexy" pose... that life is way more easy when you're a 12-year-old...
However, this time I would have to say, "no thank you"... cause seriously, my teenage years are better left forgotten...
Actually my adult years are no better... But I do wish I could be younger... Like at an age where people call me sister... and not aunty... like they do now...
But still growing old does come with its benefits, doesn't it?
Although I do realize... that for me, getting older... is sitting down before bed to read a book... and falling asleep after just two pages....
When I so badly wanted to read the book...
Maybe it's the exhaustion from my heavy workouts... My job... Food.. Hormones... Who knows...
So anyway.... Where was I... Yeah... Falling asleep while reading...
Age could definitely be a reason... So sorry if I can't think of any benefits to growing old right now...
They say with age comes wisdom... Age is here... Still waiting for the wisdom... Flight delayed perhaps...
There goes my plan to end this blog post on a positive note...
Oh well, there's always the next blog post.
Another update from Babysitting Central :
Well, it's not really babysitting anymore...
I just hang out with her a lot... She likes to come over and watch movies at my place... I have Disney Hotstar...
I actually just got a text a minute ago, asking if she could come over... I said, "Anytime... My door is always open"....
Hmmmmm yeahhhh nooooo
So anyway... BTS has now gone from being her "brothers" to "boyfriends".
That's what she calls one of the members now when I end all my chats with her by sending her a BTS gif.
“Thanks for sending me a photo of my boyfriend”, she says.
I say, “sure” then send her more BTS gifs...
Which I hope makes me a cool big sister, who is very supportive... but in reality just makes me a weird woman, with no social life and who badly needs to spend time in the company of adults.
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