Not complaining, just loving the miniatures
I'm tired of complaining. I do a lot of it and I realized, as my paper for linguistics just happens to be on complaints, that the type of complaining I do - direct complaining - is highly frowned upon and quite frankly, boring. Oh, that doesn't mean I'll never complain again. I am, at heart, a complainer, someone who loves to vent, to share her disapproval and frustration. But not today. I will not, for instance, make a big fuss over the fact that I got practically no work (aside from a measly summary paragraph) done because my mom wanted to go down to Central World Plaza and check out the miniatures exhibit. I won't because a) she's my mom and I love her, b) I wholeheartedly took her and c) I had a lot of fun. I love miniature stuff. They had this traditional Thai temple fair, all in miniature. It was adorable. They had a dunking booth, one of those shooting ranges where you win all sorts of silly prizes and of course, lots of food stalls (because Thais love to eat). My favorite display was a little shop selling grilled chicken - when you blew on the grill, smoke came out! :o Boggled my mind how they accomplished that. The amount of detail was astonishing - the fair even featured a one-legged beggar (more common in Thailand than you think) and a ten-baht note someone had dropped. I was wholly impressed. So, I won't feel (overly) bad that I have another ton of work to do. I'll just get on it tomorrow. That's all right, right? :?
Final thought: Stop wasting time! :evil: