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Tuesday, February 26, 2008
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hmmamm.6:54 pm

Sunday, February 24, 2008

i feel really guilty if ima blog now so i wont. see you in two weeks.


hmmamm.10:01 pm

Saturday, February 09, 2008
I WENT TO THAILAND.


we arrived promptly at 4:32pm, just like the brochure said we would, and met our tour guide Mister Najib Madina, in short, M&M. (He's a very interesting fellow) He said this spot, (check out where he's pointing to) was where the first toilet was built, but it got demolished in the end to give way to the highway.

so we set out in rows of three. odd, but we didnt think much of it.

it was the monsoon season, so things were dropping from the sky like the rain. we were all quite afraid.

then a brave young man in our tourgroup raised his staff and declared: "Let my people go! Do not fear, umbrella man is here!"

so without more worry, we continued on our tour of the land of smiles..
As a former model, Mr tourguide was demonstrating to us how he posed when took part in the Mr Thailand peagent, where he was crowned Mr Statuesque. He had many fans, he said beaming, male and female alike.
so we thought we'd try our hand at posing too.
then leading us down the walkway to our hotel, he explained why he couldnt stay with us in the same hotel.
the reason, as we soon found out, was that he was too tall.
As for Leon, i think he found that it was just the right height, so he was real cosy that night.
we went out later that night to find dinner,
and were greeted at the restaurant by a gay waiter, who served us with glee.
but the menu was so messed up and difficult to read, i ended up eating some long wormy looking things.
during the free shopping time later, i saw this sign and thought, you mean the water i used in private wasnt from the tap?
but i brushed away that thought at the sight of the city's most famous shopping belt. the charisma and charm of this area was alluring, and i really loved their 'closed-door' shopping technique. you had to look through little peepholes to see what they sold and transaction was by coins. like, how cool is that?
the atmosphere in this city is really one-of-a-kind, with people picnicing everywhere,
and where money grew on trees ondoors,
and where people pointed to their noses to tell you that you smell really nice.

we've had fun in this place with Mr tourguide,
and Mr Cameraman,
and we bid all a fond goodbye as Leon rode us all back home on his tuk-tuk.
"adieu!


hmmamm.4:44 pm

Sunday, February 03, 2008
PROJECT EMBARRESS OURSELVES



hmmamm.9:54 pm

Saturday, February 02, 2008
THE H3 GEOGRAPHY TRIP

(firstly, my condolences to diane's grandma, who passed away today. the Lord is your rock and your strength, and He will never forsake you, my lovely)

we went to walk across the old causeway for half an hour, its so eerie, not a soul there.
it was a derelict place, left barren, and deserted,
and when you see random movements you have to be ready,for any attacks, cause you never know who is trying to steal their way into this protected place.the sign on the fence clearly says,"trespassers will be shot on sight"they give no warning, so we crept in fear.

the old woodlands checkpoint,

this place is so old they actually blend oil, maybe its like their honey milk tea ice blend. wonder how it tastes.

see i told you we went across the causeway. SERIOUS (not)

this is the new checkpoint, and the old one's just RIGHT beside it. huge contrast okay.

even my little cousin adeline got scared when i showed her the picture. angela's smiling tho, maybe she likes these scary things.

trip brought out much to think of the research, for that one it was on borders and borderlands.
now, what are my concepts?
aiyo joannegay ah, use your fat empty brain and think can?

being at my dad's mom's is always amusing but annoying at the same time. she always goes 'wah, (fill in any of my cousin's names) peh peh eh, jin swee hor.' [insert big grin]
(translation: wah, (____) complexion so white, so pretty hor')
see, the Gay family has only female grand children, of whom im the 2nd oldest. Out of all of us 5 girls, im the blackest one mainly because I EXERCISE. so while the rest are nice and white, im brown, so im probably adopted and ugly. -.-

i'm not jealous,
i'm amused at the irony,
because my granny was nicknamed "little indian girl" when she was a kid.


hmmamm.11:28 pm

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Joanne Gay
Victoria Junior College

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