daronloo

One thing horror shows do to you: they introduce likeable characters who are at the same time eye candy, then they kill them off. This will, after all, keep you glued to their show.

I typed in the title to this post and headed to the shower to work on my muse. I got out of the shower. No inspiration transcended - probably too distracted shaving my neck - most feared part of my body. Drove for two hours this morning to get to Korat for some much needed Christmas shopping. I'm already spending so much this past few months-getting back to school, looking for a place in BKK, so this Christmas shopping is totally called for. I mean, you'd still go even if you had 0 Baht left in your account, wouldn't you? Got to The Mall Korat just as it was opening its doors. Love getting to malls early because you get to choose where you want to park. When I got there I wasn't quite excited as I would be. The Mall looked, plain - there were no festivities, even the Christmas songs playing over the loudspeakers didn't get me into the mood. The annoying high screeching voices of Thai promoters made it even unnerving. The store where I usually bought jeans had...

Like a moon that wanes and waxes, so is the posts on this blog. It has been quite some time since I posted anything up on this blog. I haven't totally disregarded this blog, actually I've revisited old blog posts through the many months of absence. I will be registering to start living a double life soon. How I wish it was similar to that of Sydney Bristow's in ALIAS. For me, I'll just have to settle with being a mediocre postgraduate student, and teaching full time at the same time. I've found a place Bangmod on a street called Pracha-Utit. It's a sports mansion, being the only accommodation outside the university area which provides actual sports facilities, albeit at the minimal side. I'm actually very excited to begin this new venture. I do not know how I will cope with the commuting I need to do, being a student, and being a teacher. But I know I can. Perhaps blogging will help me, in a way, a place where I can vent. I'm sure I'll meet ...

It's a quarter after 8, I'm a little bummed and I don't want to work... (sing this to the tune of Lady Antebellum's Need You Now) It's the last day of the school break, not that we teachers had any break. I accomplished only half of what I wanted to do. Today's Friday. Bleh. Rebecca Black, your song is stuck in my head.

So I awarded an "F" to my student. He wanted to petition for a change of grade. How did he do it? He came into my office yesterday reeking of alcohol. He was also smoked with cigarette fumes. Way to pass college.

"Daron, when are you getting married?" Is a common question I have been getting recently (playing for too many weddings in a year). I used to get livid when someone asks me this. But I don't see the point in getting frustrated (woohooo I'm maturing :p) The next time someone decides to ask me that question, I'll say, "Oh didn't you know? I have a wife a three kids back home."

I woke up this morning, fed my cat, prepared lunch, opened my email. Apparently I won a green card lottery. I don't remember signing up for any. I did some research on Google (just to confirm my suspicion and of course to educate myself) and found out that that if ever anyone wins a green card lottery, he or she will have to deal directly with the embassy instead of USAFIS . Bleh. Sucky scams. I was quite surprised to find that the email listed my house number. Hmm. Probably I should start keeping my info on the internet to a bare minimum.