At the risk of sounding like a whiny self-absorbed bimbo today, well, live with it. I am feeling very brainless this morning. I feel like making all sorts of crappy comments about everything. why the weather so warm? Thailand got no other weather meh? I don't like warm weather. I want to rain. but only when I get to sleep in ok? Why the aircon not working? Why you turn it off? You like warm weather ah? I think your parents worked in the rice fields so you must be used to warm weather and not cool luxurious air. (OUCH) Who said I was going to be a kind and politically correct whiny self-absorbed bimbo?

Anyway...hosted dinner for 2 Singaporean ladies last night. Well, it was supposed to be me meeting them this morning but my super duper fantastic and full of great ideas boss met them without checking if I have an appt with them already and asked them out to dinner. With ME hosting. At the expense of MY time. She made it seem like she accompanied me cos she wanted something to eat anyway and if we were entertaining it would be FREE and DELICIOUS dinner. Dumped me with the guests promptly after she finished. She who lives 5 minutes away at the staff dorm, leaving ME who is living 30 minutes away in town and fully dependent on the staff bus to get home and I had to run for the bus if not I'll have to wait another hour for the next bus. GOod thing the bus drivers are such nice people.Well, must thank God cos they changed the route of the staff bus due to some road repairs so now the bus passes by my area, and the drivers are all so nice they stop right in the middle of the road to let me get off and I actually get to walk home instead of being dependent on another soul to bring me home, esp late at night. Which is good. Cos if not I might have to walk home from the bus stop. I once did that our of exasperation cos cannot find anyone to bring me back, not even a motorbike taxi. It was only 8 plus at night so still quite ok. But gosh...I had to trek through buffalo-infested countryside with such tall grass that if I got grabbed into those bushes no one would know until my body starts to rot and the smell alerted everyone. Or they might think it's buffalo's waste.

Am hooked on a couple of books by British mystery novel writer Elizabeth George. I enjoy British mystery novels more than the American counterpart. Those American ones are not as (for lack of a better word) nicely written. No suspense, no music in the wordings, no flair, no imagination, no feelings in their writings. The only nice ones are those about psychotic serial killers cos you want to read about how gruesome the murders are and how bizarre it can get. It's sadistic but I think there's a morbid curiosity in everyone. And it can just be true when it comes to such sadistic killers. Like this article I read about the Vampire of Sacramento who did such gruesome unspeakable things, and this are real actual events that took place to a family long ago. Anyway, British mystery novels are always so well written and I have a few favourite authors like Colin Dexter (read ALL his Inspector Morse books already) and Ian Rankin (Inspector Rebus) and now Elizabeth George (Inspector Lynley). Yes, I'm a British mystery novel fan. But sometimes even I don't understand the British way of saying things, like underwears are knickers so if they are knickers, what are tights? Do you put on knickers and tights? Or are tights pantyhose? What is a pantyhose anyway? How many layers do British women really wear? And why do they measure their weight in stones. Like...are all stones in England uniformly sized? Do they all weigh the same? How much is a stone anyway? They go "I could lose a couple of stones." and I'm like, so how big is that stone? Is losing 2 pebbles considered losing 2 stones cos literally it is losing 2 stones? Or do they measure stones by the size of their bowel movement? You know, how your solid waste material is roughly the size of a standard stone. Unless you've got diarrhoea, then it becomes like....stone after massive erosion. Maybe once upon a time some guy with time on his hands went around the country measuring stones and he took the average of all the stones he weighed to become the standard measure of stones. But through erosion will the stones get lighter? Is that why people are getting skinnier nowadays?

I think I have a crush on the English teacher. NOT GOOD!!! He's got a Thai girlfriend already, though they haven't met in over a year cos she's elsewhere.

NOT GOOD AT ALL!!!