fruit flies like a banana.

Sunday, July 30, 2006

hahaha on a fair saturday. crazy random pple girls went to play soccer.

to quote a supporter
"what possesed these girls to come and join this thing!?"
upon seeing our amazing performance on the field

hahahahahaha
well. i sifted thru the organizers albums and found these random shots of us. hurhur or rather. random body parts of us haha.
see what body language is all about.

complete back view of jo. not that it blocks much view tho heh
and grace jostling for the ball with nifty hip positions

sng our trump card and her priceless expression

and yilin looks pro with the ball barely touching the ground
and erin dashes in to help her haha

and me and von discussing what possessed us to join
hahaha

all in all it was a fun day
we'd like to believe we finished 9th place and cudnt make it to the quarter finals. hahahaha.

love rah

Friday, July 28, 2006

i have very suprisingly few pictures!

love rah

i think that.

yu can't have too many friends.

hahaha it works both ways! positive and negative meaning
but i mean it as face value.
whichever way yu see it as whatever direct thing that first comes to yur mind probably reflect sth. probably. unless yu do it reverse reverse and treat it as tho yu are in the shoes of the other side. ahaha well.

wheee.

haha now the one in a million song is stuck in my head.

love rah

Monday, July 10, 2006

the legendary coconut icecream which i am not really a fan of because im not a fan of coconut nor sticky rice but i believe it'll be very nice if i were fans of both of them. cause everyone loved them. haha

and the view from across our street from the lodge. from sabaidee cafe.

and beerlao.

love rah

the second group's basi ceremony.

that is ta lo. which means big eyes. where
eyes - "ta"
nose - "dong"
shoulders - "ba lei"
toes - "newt tin
mouth - "hu"
hand - "mrh"
and hte rest i cant remember cause i lost my dictionary haha

and aor who is such a crazy boyish tomboy girl who insists "they're" only friends. haha

and our group! with ta vanh popping in at the side.
haha nu nu is classic.

and me and sng with a power cap and power sunglasses each. the cap blends right in with the sky. haha

love rah

the mekong river from mr sombath's house.
yu cant buy that with lots of money even.
his house is the simple but breathtaking ah.

notice the little sampan there skimming on the surface of the water

and the lot of them putting on their best poetic far away deep in thought look haha

but ya he is a great man.
fully deserving of our respect and with such commanding presence yet so gentle at the same time.

love rah

the journey to get our lao skirts back
family edition four pple in tuk tuk with make believe competitors and only one mode of travel.

the mekong river.

love rah

the retarded things my camera can do. discovered in laos.
and yet i cannot change its shutter speed. garhh haha

love rah

yellow flower
flower - "dong mai"

colours in lao

yellow "si leung"
red "si deng"
pink "si poo ah-"
blue "si pha"
green "si keow!"
white "si kao"
black "si dum"
its the same in thai. its good for bargaining and askign for colours haha

the street next to dragon lodge.
where xayoh cafe is
sky "tong pha"
fly "bin"

at the dry fountain with no water
surrounded by scandivanian bakery and jo ma.
water - "nam"
toilet - "hong nam"
where is the toilet "hong nam yu saii"

PHONE MEE XAI!
hahaha
extremely cute boy.
little boy - "lek noi sai"
handsome little boy - "ngam lai lek noi sai"

"khoi mak ngam lai lek noi sai"

haha such a pedophile.

love rah

Friday, July 07, 2006

classic book hahaha i just picked it up randomly from the shelves of the fictional parts of geylang east library. suddenly i have more faith in delving into better fiction besides enid blyton and ive realised why people stopped reading famous five ahahaha and i just realised it was that obscure film with leonaardo di caprio and now i am going to look for the film altho ive learnt that films kind of destroy the built in images yu originally had for the characters in the book.

there were so many random references to things that i found quite familiar.

the whole concept of thinking in the author's minds was so refreshing like admittedly some of his crazy ideas and games he played i do that too and it was. refreshing to realise that other pple do it too hahaha id like to think he's an only child too.

hahaha i shall post excerpts tho i was such a thrilling excitement someparts were quite amusing not in a slapstick kind of way but when yu imagine it its ah. haha.

"As I became sleepy I started to fantasize. I imagined the train was a space ship and I was en route to some distant planet.
I don't know if I'm alone in doing this kind of thing. It isn't something I've ever talked about. The fact is, I've never grown out of playing pretend, and so far there are no signs that I ever will.
I have one quite carefully worked-out night-time fantasy that I'm in a kind of high-tech race. The race takes place over several days, even a week and is non-stop. WHile I sleep my vehicle coneinutes on auto-pile speeding me towarsd the finish line. The auto-pilot thing is the rationalization of how i can be in bed while I'm having the fantasy. Making it work in such a logical way is important - it would be no good fantasizing that the race was in a Formula One car, because how coul dI go to sleep in that? Get real."

By the time I feel asleep, my scanners were detecting life- forms on the surface of a distant planet. could have been jupiter. it had the same kind of cloud patters. like a tie dye t shirt"

and all this happens as the plot continues to unfold and there is tons of aaction going on like he uses these to explain what he does when he is stoning like walking from one point to another. hahaha.

" I had a tiny lizard on my hand. It was about three inches long, with enomous eyes and translucent skin. id reached out and picked it up. instead of wriggling away as i'd expected, the lizard had casually rearranged itself on my hand. suprised by its audacity, i let it sit there - even though it maeant keeping my hand in an unnatural position"

my attention was distracted by two guys running up the beach, whopping and shouting as they came.
'man!' whooped one of them, thats some. .. storm!"

"americans" i whispered to the lizard.

"i held up the lizard"
wow! is it like dead
etc etc. etc.

a couple of seconds later a blistering bolt of lightning crackled over the sea. after it was gone. sammy said in an awestruck voice
most totally excellent dude! zeph quickly followed it up with
like totally outrageous, compadre!

i opened my mouth,then hesittated. 'excellent dude'
i muttered thoughtfully.

they were harvard students.
zeph explained, pulling the knots out of his tangled blond locks.
'europeans think all americans are stupid, so we act stupid to confirm your prejudices. then we reveal ourselves as intelligent, and by doing so, subvert the prejudice more effectively that we would with an immedate barrage of intellect - which only causes confusion and, ultimately resentment."
Really? I said, genuinely impressed. Thats so elaboarte.

im bored.

the plot is cool.

taken from somewhere.

The Khao San Road, Bangkok — first stop for the hordes of rootless young Westerners traveling in Southeast Asia. On Richard's first night there, in a low-budget guest house, a fellow traveler slashes his wrists, bequeathing to Richard a meticulously drawn map to "the Beach."
The Beach, as Richard has come to learn, is the subject of a legend among young travelers in Asia: a lagoon hidden from the sea, with white sand and coral gardens, freshwater falls surrounded by jungle, plants untouched for a thousand years. There, it is rumored, a carefully selected international few have settled in a communal Eden.
Haunted by the figure of Mr. Duck — the name by which the Thai police have identified the dead man — and his own obsession with Vietnam movies, Richard sets off with a young French couple to an island hidden away in an archipelago forbidden to tourists. They discover the Beach, and it is as beautiful and idyllic as it is reputed to be. Yet over time it becomes clear that Beach culture, as Richard calls it, has troubling, even deadly, undercurrents.
Spellbinding and hallucinogenic, The Beach is a look at a generation in their twenties, who, burdened with the legacy of the preceding generation and saturated by popular culture, long for an unruined landscape, but find it difficult to experience the world firsthand.

ill type more excerpts when i feel like it.

i really like the stupid games he plays.

love rah

Sunday, July 02, 2006

i am a big adoring fan of da chang jin hahahahahaa

currently rewatching the whole thing wheee!

love rah