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Grey’s vs. Gray’s
Posted on: September 25, 2006
- In: Music | School
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“I don’t want to read Gray’s Anatomy, dammit. I want to WATCH Grey’s Anatomy!!!!”
–Lynn, as her brother sat watching the entire 2nd season of Grey’s Anatomy, much to her personal torment.
I wish my brain were a thumb drive. I wish I could download my entire Gray’s Anatomy book, float into the exam room, pencil in those bubbles with my eyes closed, and float right on out. I wish the muscles of the head, like the salpingopharyngeus, weren’t so miniscule and hard to find, leaving me with no other option than to probe and squint at my poor cadaver as my formaldehyde-stung eyes weep in protest to the clanging buzz of the timer behind me (how, I ask you, is it possible to locate the itty bitty, teeny tiny salpingopharyngeus in under 40 seconds???).
On the other hand, I guess I could wish for a personal McDreamy to whisper the answers over my shoulder to me. Hmmm. Yeah, I think I’d like that best. :)
Anyway, despite the magnitude of ill will I harbor for the salpingopharyngeus, I must say that none of it compares to the trigeminal nerve. Nor the brachial plexus, which is probably the worst of them all.
AWOL
Posted on: September 14, 2006
- In: Friends | School
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Wow, I’ve been MIA for, um, nearly six months. But I promise to update soon! In the meantime, here’s a paltry teaser of things to come:
I recently discovered that Bhutan’s Prince Jigme Khesar Namgyal Wangchuck’s younger brother studies at the international college at my uni. I’ve seen him a few times in the common room and he even sat down at the same table as me once. Naturally, I was too chicken to even look up from my book (never mind read it). Imagine my surprise when I found out later that he lives in the same apartment building as my friend, and that his room is on the floor above her’s… As in his room is DIRECTLY ABOVE MY FRIEND’S. Sometimes, late at night, we can even hear him working out. Um, at least we THINK he’s working out… Read the rest of this entry »
Things that Go Bump in the Night
Posted on: February 8, 2006
Anyone who’s ever spent all off five minutes in Asia will tell you that this is a continent steeped in superstition and tales of the supernatural. Baby-stealing ghosts, aliens, fireball-spouting snakes — you name it, we believe it. Unlike in the West, when someone tells a ghost story here, it’s not so much, “What? Hah. Yeah right, like that’d really happen,” it’s more a sense of, “Yes, that reminds me of the time I was fourteen and was held down by a ghost in my sleep and was told that if I didn’t remove my younger brother from his room, another rival ghost in the house was going to kill him.”
That, by the way, apparently happened to my friend’s father many years ago. He didn’t heed the ghost’s warnings, and coincidentally his baby brother was found dead in his crib the next morning.
Obviously, this is a country full of supernatural believers. Which is why, when a professor at my university decided to end it all by jumping from the top floor of the science building last month, I knew that — after it made the evening news, was splashed across the Thai tabloids, and was followed by a copycat student suicide at ABAC the very next day (seriously, this actually happened) — it was only going to be a matter of time before the ghost stories would begin to appear.
It didn’t take long.
The following week, the university held the Buddhist equivalent of a memorial/wake (งานทำบุญ). Students, professors, and members of the admin were invited. Basically, everyone.
Well, here’s the thing…
Guess who also showed up?
Yeah. That’s be the professor.
As in the professor who’d taken the fall the week before.
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To the French Guy Sitting Across From Me at Starbucks:
Hi. I don’t know you, and you don’t know me, which is why I think it was very cool of you to motion me and my brother over to your table and offer us a seat last Sunday, seeing as how all the other tables in the establishment were taken and pretty much filled, and all we could do was sort of stand around with our trays, looking like lost 4-year-olds as we impatiently waited for our (very late) cousin to show up.
So down we sat. You went about sipping your latte, chatting on the phone to your French friend about meeting up later at Baiyoke to check out the BKK skyline while I went about picking up my fork and knife, ready to dig into my chocolate croissant. All was great! All was grand! Bon appetite and all that.
Until I went and began wrestling with my croissant, that is. And the word wrestle is so very apropos here, seeing as how it took a great deal of atrophied muscle to tear apart a nice bite-sized piece, only to watch in abject horror as a huge chunk of it went flying.
Yah, flying. As in across the table and ONTO YOUR LAP.
But you were very nice about it. So, so nice. All you did was pluck it off your lap, drop it onto the table, smile, and carry on with your conversation en Francais AS IF NOTHING HAD HAPPENED AT ALL.
Someone else also acted like nothing had happened, opting instead to feign keen interest in his caramel frappacino and stare at me all confused, as though he’d never seen me before in his entire life even though we share the same last name, not to mention a lot of the same genetic DNA. Pfft.
You have no idea how grateful I am for this; how grateful I am that you didn’t laugh at the way my face was heating up like Thailand during an April heat wave, or the way I was trying to frantically brush the stray croissant crumbs aside as if by doing so could hide the fact that I’d just sent a huge chunk of croissant FLYING ACROSS THE TABLE AND ONTO YOUR LAP.
So, thanks. I know I used to moan and bitch about all things Francais in high school, but I totally take it back now. Vraiment, mon ami. J’aime la France!!!
And by the way, in the future, when it comes to Starbucks, I am seriously sticking to the java and staying away from the chocolate croissants from now on. I’ve stomached a few dry croissants in my time, but AIRBORNE ones, too?
NOT FOR ME, merci beaucoup.
Gratefully yours,
Lynn
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WTF
Posted on: January 18, 2006
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Huh. So.
Midterm results are out.
I got straight A’s.
My honest-to-god initial reaction: “WTF??? How dumb! They totally screwed up my scores!!!”
Even my brother thought I was kidding.
He was all, “No, really, Lynn. What’d you really get?”
Not that I can blame him.
I am still reeling from the shock since this hasn’t happened since…
Um, fifth grade? Fourth?
Kindergarten????
I really ought to go to Phuket more often.
Maybe it’s something in the air?
Currently Anticipating: Watching Oasis, Stereophonics, Placebo, and Franz Ferdinand at the upcoming Bangkok 100 Rock Festival. I am SO excited about this, YOU HAVE NO IDEA. :D :D :D
Currently Reading: TheSmokingGun.com’s investigative report over the whole James Frey ordeal. So it turns out Frey’s memoir wasn’t all that truthful after all. And maybe it was a little more fiction than non-fiction. OK, and maybe he made up that part about spending three months in jail. Not to mention that part about his girlfriend’s suicide…and the part about waking up next to a hooker. Whatever. Crazy or not, the guy managed to con Oprah. Dude, OPRAH.
Currently Playing: Lyla by Oasis, of course.
The Time of Your Life
Posted on: January 18, 2006
Forever charming and oh so sassy fellow RIS Class of 2000er, Swita, blogged about an interesting topic the other day. Basically, with the new year upon us, everyone’s making resolutions left and right — “I resolve to get that promotion. I resolve to finally make a move and ask so-and-so out. I resolve to donate more to the needy. I resolve to lose ten pounds. I resolve to go on that safari to Africa.” On and on it goes. As Yul Brynner once said in The King and I, Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera!
Well, with change on everyone’s mind, Swita was wondering if other 20-somethings feel that these are the best years of our lives. Basically, “is this as good as it gets?”
Bangkok = Beauty Queen Central
Posted on: May 30, 2005
- In: Bangkok | School
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My mom got tickets to the final show of the Miss Universe 2005 pageant at Impact Arena tomorrow from her friend and Miss Universe judge, Chutinant Bhirombhakdi. It’s going to be at 8 AM BKK time so that you folks in the US can watch it live at 9 PM ET Monday night. I also got a chance to attend the fashion show at Central World Plaza last week, and let me tell you, seeing all those super tall (I’m talking 6-foot-freaking-4 in heels, people), super skinny women walking around in their TO-DIE-FOR Manolo Blahniks was enough to make anyone feel like the frumpiest, dumpiest dwarf ever. Bleh.
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