Have been laughing and crying over this Thai film - watched it twice! A Little Thing Called Love. Brings back all the silly awkward prickly crush-related euphoria of my teenaged years. Don't think I acted on them, though. The protagonist, Nam, is a lot braver than I was. Do other people have similar experiences in their Secondary school days too? No wonder we turn into cynical bitches when we grow up! Or... maybe that's just me. Hur.
This is really making me want to go to Iceland. I want to throw my hands up in the air, leave my cad-monkey job, and go travel the world. Go see Greece, Sri Lanka, FInland, Canada, Spain, Russia, Turkey, Morocco, Japan, New Zealand, South Africa, Hawai'i.
It's been quite a bird-themed year so far. In my household, rabbit has been outdone by the bird, not the tortoise. By a mile. What's the moral of this story? Does it matter that it's not a hare but a rabbit?
Of late, Squallie has developed the habit of climbing into clothes. The cooler weather has created a very resourceful bird. What do wild tropical birds do when the weather gets a bit chilly?