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I don't need Loy Krathong

11.24.07 (11:53 pm)   [edit]
It's Loy Krathong over here, the full moon festival. Fireworks are going every five seconds. People are swarming around various bodies of water with their krathongs - sections of a banana tree decorated with flowers, candles and joss sticks - waiting to float them as a tribute to Mae Kongka, the goddess of the river. The point is to float away all the sorrows of this year and hope for better luck next year. Can you believe, I've lived in Thailand over a decade and have never floated a krathong? I guess I believe in my own ability to make things okay for myself, although sometimes I do feel that my life is spiraling out of control. I've had a nervous breakdown before, back when I was doing my master's. I literally fell to pieces. It was not pleasant and I swore to myself to never let it happen again. The older I get, the more I realize that I am in control of my own life. Perhaps not my destiny, but my life for sure. I've done a lot of emotional housekeeping this year, clearing out the deadwood. I realize that a lot of people make me feel nothing but anger, sadness and despair. Why on Earth should I still hang out with them? It didn't make sense to let them suck my energy and beat me down. So I got rid of them. Not in a Mafia way, hahaha. Just...don't think about them anymore. It's been really helpful. Made my life clearer. I have sooooo much going on, it's not even funny. I don't have time to f* around with jerks. So, that's how I'm making sure I have a better time next year, taking things into my own hands.

Final thought: Happy Loy Krathong!

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TV is my crack

11.11.07 (2:53 am)   [edit]

The term is now in full swing. I always used to think my teachers were exaggerating when, even though they'd barely begun teaching, they'd say they were already at least a week behind. Hello, revelation. I don't even know how I'm going to finish up the material required for the first quiz in time for them to take the first quiz. They'll kill me if I don't, though, so I've gotta forge on ahead. Sigh. It doesn't help any I've been hit by another attack of demotivation. The only thing I wanna do is sit and watch TV. Seriously. Supernatural third season - loving it. Everything's been upped a notch, which I love. Also, I just wanna nibble on Dean's lower lip so much. Yum. Sammy's pretty adorable too. Wouldn't mind getting a sandwich with those two, if you catch my drift. Hahaha. I'm also totally in love with Pushing Daisies. Chuck and Ned are just too cute. You wouldn't think a weird, Amelie-style "forensic fairytale" about a guy who can bring the dead back to the life would have such spirit and character - and humor - but it does, in spades. I can't get enough. And Psych. I have to mention Psych. One reason I watch is so I can count the number of 80s' references they make, just so I can go, "I get that! I get that, that's from my generation!" And because it's laugh-out-loud funny. A guy pretending to be a psychic detective - what's not to love? God, I hope the writers' strike gets resolved soon! I need my fixes. TV is like crack, if you really think about it. And I don't. 

Final thought: TV is the crack of the masses.

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