Asians are small. Very, very small..

My current unemployment situation has me exploring my options for work outside of the US.  Being of Thai heritage, it seems fitting that I should at least consider going to Thailand to teach English.  This should be a fairly easy task, because of what I’ve heard from family who live in Thailand, they are in need of English teachers and having a degree in education myself, I should be a fine candidate.  There is only one small, itsy-bitsy trifle of a thing holding me back: how tiny Asians are.  Or if you want the real fact of the matter: how HUGE and American I am.

Obsessions..

I am certainly one of those types of people that become fixated with the things that I like.  I will spend hours, days, weeks, (or if it's really bad) years obsessing over things that have captured my fleeting attention.  I may even be able to qualify for "My Strange Addiction" on TLC with some of my preoccupations.  Last night, after my first post, I probably spent four hours searching the interwebs for tips on how to get you, my darling readers, to fall in love with my humble blog and tell all your friends about it.  One of the helpful hints I found was the need for pictures.  Some people need visual stimulation, I can't knock that.  With this being my first blog, I didn't want to break any laws that I was unaware that I could break, so searching for pictures on the web seemed a bit out of the question.  But the glorious people at Creative Commons have come to my rescue with their wonderful search engine and I have found some pics that I can now share with you along with some of my own amateur photography.  So I present to you my current Top Ten Obsessions:

Hello!

In this new year of 2011, I wanted to take a long, good, hard look at myself and really take in who it is that I am.  And I realized this.  I am 25 years old, unemployed and living with my parents.  If I go a little deeper.. I am not beautiful, I am socially awkward, and I seem to have some anger issues.  The last bit is why I decided to start this blog.  I've always thought of myself as a good listener, but I have recently come to understand that this was a delusion.  I'm a terrible listener, especially to myself.  And thus was born a blog.  This blog, in fact.