Sweethearts
I have been totally obsessing about "sweethearts". They're these candies I remember from back when I was a kid - ever seen them? They're these pressed sugar hearts (I'd describe them as a sort of mix between icing sugar and talc) in pastel colors that have "Valentine" or "Be Mine" inscribed on them. The thing is, I've always called them "sweethearts", but I'm not sure if that's what they're called.
So I tried a little net search - and found them! Read all about them here at this Necco site www.necco.com/valentine-faq.htm. :P
I loved these things when I was a little kid - we'd pass them out on Valentine's day, teacher's orders. I remember feeling sorry for kids who got so few and helping to bulk up their stock. Ahhh...good times. Sometimes I miss our well-meaning teachers forcing us to get along. Don't you think that's what the world needs now? A nice "Mrs. Smith" type who politely coerces us into giving each other Valentines?
Sometimes, I really wish there was someone or some way who could take me back to when I was ignorant and...happier, I guess.
Final thought: What's love got to do with it?
Jumpin' on the blog bandwagon...
I just finished my scientific presentations exam and realized that that was my last bachelor level final exam...ever. :I'm not sure how I feel about that and I'm not in a particularly introspective mood right now (like I'm ever roll:).
Okay, call me a total copycat, but I was just over at Xanga www.xanga.com/marcv, checking out my friend Marcus's (that's not his real name, just something I call him) blog and I was just bored enough to decide to start one of my own. So here I am. Using Mahidol University International College's amazingly fast connection to type this out, thanking the Lord God for giving me this cold snap. Thailand's great for a number of things, but it's climate is not one of those.
FYI, I do have another blog, but it's anonymous and no one's ever gonna find it...but I talk about my friends there too, using pseudonyms of course. :D Hehehe, it's fun to be the mysterious one for once. That's usually reserved for Smithi.
Anyhow, I don't actually have anything of substance to say. Unlike Marc, (future doctor and downright best student in the major) I have not been overly enthusiastic in my pursuit of higher education aka applying for master's. To be honest, I've been totally discouraged so far; I haven't even handed in my Chula (the best uni in Thailand) application ye t, which I know I should. And I will. But not now.
My life's been pretty quiet lately. Oh, geez, last night, when I should have been studying for my final, I fell asleep and had the naughtiest dream! :oops: Let's just say it involved a certain lecturer of mine, very few articles of clothing and cherry lip gloss (which I don't wear, by the way, but you get the picture). Ugh. I think it was the spice factor of the noodles I had last night for dinner at Central Pinklao with my roommate. They were so hot, my eyes were watering. At any rate, I blame them for the NC-17 content of my dream. Although I do think that particular lecturer is kinda good-looking...Okay, I'll stop before I incriminate myself further.
Christmas is in the air, but it's never been a big to-do here in Thailand. Well, at least they have a Christmas tree up in the lobby of the university (one of the perks of having a hotel as part of your school). Our last time at drama, Marc, Teddy, Daniel and Big were all singing Christmas carols, but I thought since it was still November at the time, it was kinda premature.
So, that's enough for today. I have to work on my next article for the MUIC Tabloid and my senior project report.
Final thought: The purpose of life is a life of purpose.