Ten reasons I wish I was ten again...
1. I was just the right height for my age.
2. I could still get away with, "Oh, I had no idea..."
3. An obsession with Barbie was still perfectly natural.
4. No one stared at me when I sucked on a lollipop in public.
5. Ignorance was bliss.
6. I could ask for help without looking helpless.
7. I'd never even heard of a literature review!
8. I was driven everywhere.
9. The only love that hurt was my parents spanking me!
10. People thought I was adorable and I could get away with murder.
Final thought: Will there ever come a day when I have twenty-two reasons for wanting to be twenty-two again???
Getting out of my head for Sayuri
Watched Memoirs of a Geisha with Alan and Sittha. At first, we were supposed to go to the theater at the newly opened Siam Paragon ("The Pride of Bangkok" - note my sarcasm), but it wasn't even open to the public yet. Anyhow, I got a new tutoring gig that ended at three, went down to Paragon, Alan got there at four-ish and we hung out until eight when Sittha showed up. Yes, that was a whole lot of hours spent in yuppie HELL. But I just had to see the movie. I loved, loved, LOVED the book. No spoilers, so you can read on. I have to say, the book was still the winner for me. Anyhow, it was a nice break. My head has been buried in all things English language related so long, it was nice to get out of my head for a few hours. I still have a ton of work to do (per usual), and I'm just taking a little breather. Good to know I wasn't wholly stood up by Marc :) Although I suspected the reason why he didn't call back was family and such (I understand the holidays). I'm glad I watched the movie with at least one other person who'd read and appreciated the book as much as I do. Also, I was pleasantly surprised to find out Sittha is also the kind of guy who enjoys sitting through the trailers. Just nice to know I'm not the only nut who likes that kinda thing...
Final thought: No offense to Michelle Yeoh, but she is nothing like Mameha.
Mental Prozac
Whoa, I have not blogged in so long tBlog went and changed and I didn't have a freaking clue. It's good to be back. Actually, the only reason I've been gone is because I now officially have no life. It's just projects, class, eating and sleeping (oh, and some checking of email and TV - gotta have some forms of relaxation!) Anyhow, I just wanted to write because I am completely sick of reading about language assessment, and language anxiety and language this and language that. Ugh! Right now, the only good thing in my life is the fact that I have mental Prozac, seriously. Well, this wasn't cheery or anything, but just wanted to blog. I wonder how everyone's doing (MUIC gang, that is).
Final thought: Mental Prozac...huh...