Ikky black tar. They’re retarring(?!?) a road here and it was still wet when I had to cross it, and tar is STICKY. It sticks to your shoes, and your hands,and anything that you touch later, and leaves icky brown smears. End result, my shoes are tarres, my hands are brown and I have an unfortunate habit of leaning my face in my hand. Plus with all the stuff stuck to the bottom of my shoes my footsteps sound so devastatingly loud as I walk through the deserted university. Now that everything’s winding up for songkran, people are leaving sarakham, the universiity is closing (today actually, in about four hours) and I really understand the calm before the storm now, like some one’s been winding a spring and everything goes silent jsut as they can’t wind any farther, and tommorow, it’s all going to break loose, wind down in one moment of realease of the energy built up since last year.

On another note, my stomach hurts. I think it was what I ate yesterday. SO I’m reading a lot. And I’m really enjoying the peace and quiet (this is actually my one day of peace and quiet, firmly wedged between the chaos as of late and the chaos soon to come.

On the other hand I can’t get the Kingdom of Loathing familiar that I want, and it is going to take a long time to get 1000 drunkeness. But Stinky pete’s day was fun.

I still can’t get over the fact that my sister will be having a baby in just a few days! I have to admit I’m a little bit terrified. Babies freak me out.She tried to show me her stomach the other day and it was MOVING! Visibly! I went and hid in my room while everybody else oohed and aahed over it. God that creeps me out. And it’s coming! It’s like one of those buffy moments when the evil of the day is coming and there’s nothing they can do to stop it.

I’m kinda hungry.

That last bit was typed just a bit ago and I would never have guessed that it would all go INSANE from about twenty minutes after that onwards.

“BLAAAAA BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA BLAAAAAAAAAAAAA BLAAAAAAAAAAAA THIS IS SOOOO!!!!! COFUSINGGGGGGG!!!!!!!! YOU GOTTTA READ ALL OF THIS AND THEN YOU REELIZZZZZ YOU WANT TO GO TO BED I HATE LONG STUFF ITS POINTLESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!OH AND DID I MECHIN THAT I HATE LONG PARAGRAFS!!!!LOL”

This is exactly why,every so often on must take a brake from computers. Particularly chatting an forums. It has been recently been suggested that certain forums actually emit a certain frequency that makes your brain melt out your ears often jamming the caps lock key and reducing the typist to awful spelling, and abreviations.

And I will just take a moment to express the fact that I have an extreme dislike for Jack Thompson. Nurg.

So yeah, this is me churning out one last post in the spare moment I found, now, less than 18 hours from leaving for the south of thailand, not really sure of what to write, nervous, tired and ready to just sleep, but still so excited, and driven forward by the whole southern tour-then Mom and Mim come. And I’m reading NANA right now.

Oh my goodness, this makes me laugh. Anyone who’s read Full metal Alchemist go here NOW!!! http://www.vgcats.com/comics/?strip_id=168

Thankyou.

But yeah, I guess I should say a few words about song kran. Other than Exhausting. It was insane. If you went out, you had just signed a all bases covered complete and total waiver saying that it was now your fault that you were soaked and covered head to toe in baby powder and anything paper or electronic with you that will get destroyed is only your responsibility. It was crazy. And fun, in a great sort of way. And I’m so glad I spent a good portion of it with Lila, I’m still to introverted to really join in some things, but she certainly isn’t.

The five of us, Maddie and Jamie from Khon Kaen (where we were), and Lila, Alex and I were all in Fairy Plaza, and were kinda planning on going and playing water, but everybody was tired and we just kept stalling. So I (I think it was me, maybe somebody else, but I remember the event) employed the standard ‘let’s go’ technique - going. Usually people follow, but end result was me and Lila ended about fifteen feet from where we had been sitting, just outside fairy, by one of the main song kran roads. Now to get a picture of this you have to picture a crowded thai street, overhinging awnings, every building a little store run on the bottom floor of a house For song kran everybody lives on the streets, rubber hoses winding hee way out of hoses into tubs with smaller buckets inside for throwing the water Some people stock up on huge blocks of ice which they melt throughout the day to keep their water cold. In the meantime, on the streets themsleves are filled out with the turn out of every pickup truck in thailand, the backs packed with families and tubs of water from old women to babies. They throw water at anyhting that moves. Or doesn’t. It doesn’t really seem to mater, so long as the air they’re breathing has I higher H2O content than the atlantic ocean. They stop occcaisionally and refil at one of the said hoses. In the mean time people Run in throughout the crowds and trucks (which barely move) with their bottles of baby powers, smearing it across peoples faces, or if they’re in a real hurry, just dumping it on you and wishing you a happy new year (did I mention Song Kran is Thai new year?) Sawasdee Pee Mai! Some people went so far as to mix it with water before hand, cmaking this ikky warm foam paster thing. So yeah, onw that you’ve sorta got the picture, story. Lila and I are standing there watching all this go bye, as she says “I want to try.”
So we did. She just ran out in the middle of it and got soaked, and I followed, but she then grabbed the bucket from one of the people throwing it and started chucking it back, scooping water out of one of the basisns in a pickup. And so we followed that pickup, riding on it, walking beside it, around it. I got a powder thing and proceded to chase people around, wishing them a happy new year all the while. Eventually we parked, and after a bit I took a more watching position, sitting back and laughing as Lila climbed up on a tall platform and started dancing to thai hiphop that was playing from a speaker store (I think it sold speakers) So for a couple hours I chatted and ate peanuts with a bunch of thai strangers as Lila Did her dancy thing and I tried to figure out exactly how many way you can refuse beer. The answer is a lot. Afeter that everything just went insane, but that’s a story for anther time.

 Did I say I met Lila’s parent’s? I don’t think so. It was cool, they were cool, and it gave me a lot of ideas for Mom and Mim. Oh and if anybody wants stuff from thailand, better start asking now.

The library is closing now, so I’ve gotta go, and the nex time I see a computer I’ll havea  heavy tan and I’ll be hanging with my family.

P.S. The baby’s here. It’s official, I have baby-phobia. *shudder*

Listening to (on my cell phone): Counting Crows-Long December, The Ataris-Radio #2, Buckcherry-Next 2 You, Evanescence-Lies, ABBA-Chiquita, Evanescence-Call me when you’re sober, Beatles-Norwegian Wood, Nirvana-Come as you are, Eurythmics-Track 12 (don’t know the name), Fort Minor-Believe Me, My Chemical Romance-Welcome to the Black Parade, ABBA-Mama Mia, Barrio Del Rio-La Gasolina, The Real Booty Babes-It’s a Fine Day, Soft Cell-Tainted Love, Wet Wet Wet-Love is all around, All American Rejects-Swing Swing, Avril Lavigne-Skater Boi, and a whole bunch of thai music, which only serves to prove three things. 1 - I have no taste in music, 2 - I have way too many guilty pleasure songs, 3 - I am proud of having too many guilty pleasure songs.

But it’s awsome. I just thought I’d tell you that.

I’m back from the trip, tired, but happy. And darn glad to be home. And kinda thirsty. 

I finished working, and after subtracting the huge amount staying in bangkok always amounts to, I actually made a decent amount of money. Plus I stayed up ’till about two one morning and managed to budget a computer in a practical price range with the top of the line video card, and two gigs of ram, with other features to complment them.

I really am at a lack for amazing things to tell y’all, really, I was just going from one place to another, in a haze of sleep derivation and screaming children, sometimes as young as grade one or two, sometimes refreshingly old, meeting and making new friends, talking having fun, and leaving, knowing that I won’t see any of them again. Which was sad, and tiring. It wasn’t all fun and games after all though I had hoped it would be. The kids were generally younger this time, and much worse at english, which just made it harder as a whole. Though I think enough time was spent either swimming or drinking copious amounts of tea and chocolate to make up for it. So yeah, other than the lingering tiredness, an excellent experience.

Now I’m just bumming around, trying to catch up on enough sleep to truly enjoy Song Kran, the big water festival coming up in a couple weeks, which should eb very big and fun, immediately followed by the sleepless (in seatle, except not) southern tour, which is going to be absolutley amazing and my last ditch attempt to get a tan while I’m here.

 Here’s a sign that I might be too tired, the other night I was watching Battle Star when I paused to go get a glass of water. I got my glass, then walked to the TV and bashed my glass into the screen. I had actually been going to the water dispenser thing we have, oe of those ones were you push the glass against the back and water comes down from above, but somewhere along the way, rerouted to the T.V.. It was very funny at the time. No, wait, yep, it’s still funny. Hee hee.

Oooh! Story! Have to tell! And keep breathing! w00txor!!!11 I saw the most amazing awsome concert ever! Sooo cool! I was only there for one night of the 3 day pattaya music festival, but that night Palmy, Potato, Tata YOung, Dan and Beam (or golf an mike?stupid male duets) all played as well as a bunch of others!!! This paragraph deserves every exclamation mark it gets!!!!!!!! It was awsome and I finally get the whole OMG I SAW (insert band here)!!!!! SIGN MY TSHIRT! attitude that I’ve seen so many times. Maybe I’m more into these bands than any others, maybe it’s just I’ve never been to a concert before, or maybe it’s just another part of thiailand that I have to love, but it was there. The giant MTV ball bouncing off my head, people jumping and screaming and singing. Me jumping and screaming and singing. It was soo awsome. Definitely the highlight of my trip. I missed Silly Fools, which normally would have been absolutely crushing except that it was the english tripe anyways so I couldn’t care less. Bah. Stupid english singer.

 I’ve been goign over the numbers agian and again for graphics cards and settled on the GeForce 8800 series (no suprise there) and more specifically the 8800 GTS (the GTX may pwn hardcore but starting, on sale at more than $700 is a little pricey for me. Now the big debate is the one with 320MB of memory of the slightly more expensive one with 640MB. For games now a days, the most top of the line, graphics intesive, rendered on-the-fly games there won’t be any difference on anyhting under 1680×1050, 1764000 pixels, unless it’s Crysis. BUt with DivX 10 on the rise and new Quakes, Dooms, HalfLifes and the like on the way, the 640 card will be able to keep up better at higher resolutions if I ever upgrade my monitor. However that may not be an issue anyways because suppossedly both models pass off data faster that anything but a high end CPU can feed them, so it won’t ake a difference if I can’t get a better CPU. “Look at all my trials and tribulations” Any thoughts Mr. Schwartz?

2.0 weeks till wapner beta

3.5 weeks till wapner

4.0 weeks till wapner v 2.0

11.0 weeks till wapner Special Edition

*Wapner is currently in the alpha testing stage.

Okay, at least 3 of you know what I’m talking about. And I think I’ve given enough info to reason the rest out. And don’t you dare threaten me with logic. Or Kibibytes. Fricken Kibibytes.

OH! Charla! If Lucy has the specs I’ve found a really good 3D Real Time Strategy. I thought I would never accept the painful slowness and ugly, slugish polygons dragin themselves across the screen that represented 3D RTSs, have found one I truly enjoy, and the graphics are astonishing. From zooming out on the (up to) 81km to scale maps, to zooming in on the exhaust ports of your ships, it was beautiful. And that was graphics at their lowest settings, anti ailiasing turned off, so we could get it to run on Faye, Alex’s notebook. It’s much more strategic than most other RTSs and I highly recommend it to any and all who have ventured to the genre. Plus the Cybran Monkeylord is AWSOME!

Please, if you can find anything by Navi Redd, download it, as the most amazing pure vocal covers you will ever hear. From Mony Mony to Brick in the Wall to The final Countown to MLK (a favorite) they are amazing! I could totally see Dad’s choir doing some of this (note to self, send MP3s), And it’s all guys, which is really hard to believe when you hear somebody belting out sandy’s parts from Grease. All A capella! O, and You’re the Voice is good too.

Stupid people. The Silly Fools were indisputably one of the best bands of the last ten years for thai pop/rock/almost punk. The made loads of awsome songs from 1997 to 2004, and I am a big fan. I’m listening to them right now as a matter of fact. Just recently, they reformed. Except with a new lead singer. ONE WHO CAN”T EVEN SPEAK THAI! It’s just a load of bad american pop rock, with token thai musicians! For goodness sake, WHY? It’s evil! NOt really, but it annoys me just enough to really annoy me.

You know what’s kinda funny? I always run into german fulungs. I don’t know why, but like a good 60% of all fulungs I randomly talk to are german. And henriette’s never around, and they’re generally very nice. Henriette on the other hand, who actually speaks german rarely, if ever finds them. I duno why. I promised to help her meet this guy in khon kaen though, he’s german, tall, blonde, and has lived here for five years, and speaks thai flawlessly. She seemed excited.

Did anyone know red bul is from thailand? All that craze started over here by the way, though aparently no one hasz noticed. It;s kinda funny, given how buffalo (close enough) is like this big insult/joke here, about stupid and tish. Plus the sign of buffalo is the ‘Y’ hang loose thing, with just the thumb and pinkie sticking out. Yes, they have a  hand signal for buffalo. Because. That’s why. And red bull is thai. Booyaka for caffine laden late nights, and we have the thai to thank for it.

I also got a new thing for my cell phone, so if you phone me, you hear music, so parental figures, if you give me a ring, don’t be suprised to hear severely distorted music coming out of you earpiece. If I know it’s you I may even meave it for a minute just to make you listen to thai music. Snicker snuckor snooker.

Y’know, people always say how they have no idea what I’m talking about, or they only undestand a small percentage of what I’m talking about here, but if it help,s I only understand a little bit too, I never have any idea what I’m writing. Meh

There was one post I feel particulary obliged to respond to. Erin (P) just wrote a long and delightful comment on one of the posts (Yay) telling all sorts of things. So thankee very muchly. However I must again argue. Granted I’m living in a tropical country. Paradise? Questionable. I love it here, I really do, I’m going to miss it a tish load. However, my vision of a tropical paradise didn’t include picking ants out of my food, or for that matter, food out of the ants, or clouds of mosquitos, or irregular water (not strange water, just no water at all), or no hot showers, or no real beds, or maybe something with people speaking english, or maybe a fulung or two. Understand this is a third world country, from what I’ve seen, I’m also in one of the poorer cities with exchange students. It’s hot dry, the only body of water is so mudy you could pobably walk on it. houses and schoold are often crumbling. The only thing really active here is the nightlife, for the copious numbers of university students who live here. Granted my vision of a tropical paradise was kinda acurate in the stepping-in-elephant-poo department, but other than that, it’s a bit off. It’s not that these make me dislike it here, like I said, I love it, but it keeps it from adding up to a ‘paradise’ just a really wonderful place to live, kinda like Nelson. Except completely different. Really only similar in that I like to live there. And that I’ve lived there, they have that in common too.

How this for exciting though? It rained! It’s been raining on and for almost three days now! I’m thrilled, wet, and my family thinks I’m crazy ’cause I keep running out of hte house to stand in the rain  and get soaked and breathe really depply just to try to get enough of that rain smell. It’s exciting and cooling and awsome, and have I mantioned that I haven’t seen rain since what, september was it? It’s been hot and dry, and for the last month unbearably humid, and now, it’s hot, unbearably humid and RAINING! BOO-bloody-YAKA! I heart the rain. And my little balcony. I finally got what I always wanted. A little, unnofficial unknown or unused balcony, that isn’t really one, so I climb out my window to get there and watch the rain splatter infromn of me and the cas whoosh by on the road, and sit on a towel and read. And it’s beautiful. And really fun to stare at the people going by and know they can’t see you. I’m not creepy. Just kidding. Mostly. No Really. Any who. I mean it’s fun just to watch life y’know, and not have to be a part of it, not in a creepy I-know-where-you-SLEEP! kinda way.

Did I mention I saw an awsome play recently? Actually it was pretty good, for thai people performing in english. It alternated between terribly funny, terribly bad, and terribly, horribly long. But was okay, and it ripped of Chicago, so I enjoyed it. But check out the cast list. Sebastian - Suradth Amornsitticharoen. Ian - Poochit Ponyiam. Little Snowy - Kirada Chomkamsing. Snow White - Rompruek Hanwongsar. Oh, did I mention t was actually a Snow White adaptation? With itallian mafia and suicidal, schemeing fashion designers? It was called Snow What and the Seven Somethings. A ready made classic. *cough sputter*

Actually, mind if I go back and sorta contradict what I wrote a bit ago? I’m of to a tropical Paradise! Maybe. After district conference. I’ll be doing a few more english camps near the ocean, which is where it really is a cliched tropical paradise. I get paid enough to keep me in ice cream and bolster my savings, plus work includes an average of one 1-1.5 hour class per day, games, swimming, more games, and a party, like dancing, music party. Plus generally candy. Plus we stay in a resorty thingey usually, or a nice enough hotel, get well fed and hang out with friends. I have absolutely no right to complain. Therefor I won’t. That and the fact that I honestly can’t find anything to complain about for once.

Side note: Broke the 600 mark! EVan is doing a rather embarrassing happy dance in public! (Picture the snoopy dance from the christmas one).

I found this one profile on Lastfm, and I’ve been listening to their music, and it’s awsome. Bands like The Ataris, The Format (on your porch is amazing), some good Foo Fighters stuff, Something Corporate Aweosmeness.

Big bugs are scary. Last night, after I went to bed and lay around in the heat for a while, I filpped over and lay my hand down on something that wrapped arounf my finger, huge scary bug thing. I sat up and shook it off, to promptly lose it, Saw something dark on my led and smacked it hard, which turnd out to be the massive cut and bruise I gao from running into a low wall the other day. Ouch. Stupid bugs.

I finally acomplished one of my lifelong goals! I have been waiting for an opportunity for years, dreaming, planning, plotting and schemeing, and now, it has finally come to fruitation. I drew in wet cement. I’ve always looked at the stuff people write and draw, and thought it was really cool, a kinda longterm message, time capsul style. But thereisn’t often wet cement and it isn’t often unwatched. Except in sarakham, where the whole city is still under construction, sidwalks, sewers, roads, schools, are fresh or works in progess. So I found some wet cemement, paused, and drew. A smiley face. Years from now someone will be able to look down and se a little piece of ground smiling back up at them. It makes me very happy, and feeling a little more complete, having finished off one more thing I have to accomplish over my lifetime. Mim, Mom, I’ll show you when you get here.

as I mentioned earlier, I’m off to Krungtiyp, to work and do the district conference thing, then Henriette’s parents arive, then Song Kran, the water festial, then Southern Tour, then Mom and Mim arrive, then I have a month to travel and then I come back. I’m going to miss it here so much, I really will. Part of me never wants to leave this, I’ve totally sunk into the no deadlines, no timelines, relax and put your feet up kinda existance. It’s that lazy hazy crazy days of summer drifting by timelessly kinda feel, and reminds me vaguely of the Ultraviolet song by McFly. It’s threaputic I swear, so long as you count being a lazy bum as theraputic.

So I’m off then. Comment please, about anyhting, I just love to hear of you all sooo much. So thank you.

 Evan

Hehehe.Ummm. No. actually. I’m a bad, bad man. I feel dirty and icky. I stayed up until four in the mourning playing Championship Manager. And I’m typing this on the G5 again. It’s the only palce with good internet. But no, I spent a good six hours MANAGING a football team. The celtics actually. I sign players, negotiate contracts and trades, let the tired players rest, plan strategies and techniques, organize training, jump and cheer when we min, and sulk when we lose. I’m totally going home to play some more today. Awsome dirtyness, your name is Sim.
To all those with electronic devices, may I teach you a lesson? They only work if they’re ON. Off however is generally coinciding with the non-working stuff. Particularly cell phones. Particularly if they’re owned by sisters who don’t answer them anyways even if they are on. Not that I’m implying anything.
Every so often I read something and completely fall into it, and that makes me so terribly happy. NOt really, actually that bizarre felling of perfectly content the seems to also border on the magical lands of laughing histerically, grinning until my head splits in two, sobbing, and just plain crazy land. It doesn’t matter the mood of te story, it just hits the right spots, and it’s both the best and worst feelling in the world at the same time. Those moments are one the reasons I LOVE to read. I’m not sure if anybody else knows the feeling, there are so many to love reading, but if anybody ever its that point, tell me, and then we can go out and find a good psychologist together, because some things are just more fun with friends!
Yeah, not that I have an obsessive personality, watch me flit from subsject to subject, with nary a care in the world except whether anyone actually uses the Viiv.
Y’know all those Old man (”I’m a PC”) young hip man (”I’m a Mac, and htere’s no subtle message here.”) things they had a while back? And the rant about how ‘over 2,000,000 viruses were created for windows last year’ thingy? Remember? I always thought that was kinda a burn on apple, ont the other way around. Here’s a translation from the data presented.
MacMan: “Windows has a lot of people making viruses for them. Mac is virus free!”
PC: “But why?? Do you have such superior virus protection and security? What’s your secret.”
Mac: “No, no one cares enough to bother.”
PC: “Ouch.”

For theose of you who don’t know, the NeoGeo was a pretty dool, full colour handheld gaming device that entered the ring the same time as the original gameboy. It struggled for many years, before dissapearing with a sound effect rather similar to *pwint*. No one noticed. No one cared. It was pretty darn cool though, except for the uber battery power sucking powers. Just thought I’d mention it.

But no, especially using a Mac a lot lately, they’re fun cute, pretty, convinient, and I have absolutely no interest in owning one. So I’ll finish with the mac bashing and leave it up to you.

However Mim still has to answer her silly phone.

Another Glass of Goats Milk! I’m collecting them in Kingdom of loathing, after which I’ll collect bottles of vodka to amke a whole poopload of white canadians, a boozey drinkey. Except Milk takes WAY TOO LONG to get. Grrr. Argh!

Have I ever mentioned how annoying vague and uless descriptions people give and then expect you to know them are? I was browsing this one thai music site, and someone posted “I was watching a thai karaoke and i really like the song. The video shows these two guys singing. One was wearing a blue stripe suit and the other black suit. I remember the first word of the song. I think it was siphappy or something like that.” There was no reply.

Jen you must know what I’m talking about, you work at a video store, right?

Actually I pride myself on finding books from vague desciptions, the other day, Alex was talking about lemming possesion and sentient manufacturing machines, and I said “Heh, that sounds like Tom Holt.” and it was. SNARG TO MAXOR! Or something. It was cool. Tom Holt is good.

I love the Band BigAss but somehow googling them to find them doesn’t seem like a good idea. Hmmm.

You know what I just clued into? You know that dreadful proffesor Umbridge? Well, it sure is similar to umbrage isn’t it? Hehe.

I rented Serenity! It’s amazing! I watched the day I rented it, then the next day, I watched it again. I totally plan on buying it next time I get paid, DVD for 3.00.

Mim, name you kid Joss.

Evan

This morning I forgot to put on my watch. Now I feel terrible. Rarely have I felt so naked with pants on, and rarely have I felt so lopsided without bashing one of my thumbs with a hammer.

Oh, and I apologize for the last post, I know it was poop, I just couldn’t think of what to say. Then again, I don’t really know what to say now either. How is it that I can go on vacation in a foreign, tropical country and be BORED OUT OF MY MIND? I want watermelon. But no, I think I know wh and a lot of people don’t clue in to this. This isn’t a vacation. I am living in thailand. That means all the regular days of drearyness and school, and lack of travelling and busy friends are just as prevalent here, except worse because I missing many of my main means of entertainment. So if I whine about being bored, please hmor me, don’t spout about how spoiled i am just to be here, I know that, I know I’m ridiculously lucky, but this is life, not a vacation, there isn’t always beaches and sun and sweet drinks with annoying little paper umbrellas in them, it’s boring sometimes so there.

Interestingly eenuff my nose is now producing an astonishing amount of mucus. And the right side of my face hurts when I move it much. Pah, that’s what I get for mucking about with a load of kids. I think someone once told me that an average person produces enough mucus in their lifetime to fill a small swimming pool. I think at this rate I’ll fill a small ocean. Or maybe it was a swimming pool of saliva. Yeah, I think it was. Nevermind.

I’ve decided on a valentine day themed post that I’ll stick up (possibly before I get around to finishing this one). It’s going to be a whole poop load of random tish that will only make sense to certain people and quite possibly not me, though on a vaguely senimental line. It’s going to be fun.

On another note I’ve completely lost track of how much money I have, it’s very confusing. Between splurging and buying a basic go board, getting paid from two different sources, buying cd’s and making ridiculously expensive essential phone calls to Canada, I have no idea where I am, it’s distinctly confusing. Go board though! Awsome! Granted it’s a mini fold-in-half kinda thing, but I can still play Go whenever I want! Booyaka! Awsomeness. But yeah, things are cool, not much is happening, Dad should call me, I need to talk to him, and I’ll continue this later.

GOD I’M HOT! As in melting, sweltering, boiling, icky gross humid hot. I don’t know why, but today is horrible. I delight in the idea of goign home to a nice cold shower, the only type we have. Oh, before i forget, did I mention I go the coolest earing in the world? It’s a Seven Eleven Earing! Booyaka! Awsomeness! NO sarcasm here.

HOTHOTHOTOHOTOHOTOHOTOHOTOHTOHOTOHOT!

Not really, but I’m whiney. 38 degrees for the record.

The other day I forgot my cell, and I realised how essential it was to me, it keeps me connected and all that jazz. It’s really important. I thought I had lost it, maybe put it in the laudry when I stripped my bed and did the launry, but I later found it in my fresly emptied rubish bin. How it got there? Poop if I know.

I’m reading an awsome new book! I love it to bits, and recommend it broadly, it’s not an exclusively brand X type book. It’s called “Famous Last Words” by timothy findley, an it’s very cool. Pus WW2 conspiracy stuff, done well, is always a neat read. It actualy came in a package last week, from Mom, Charla and Mim, which made my day = yay!

Sorry, the last keyboard I was writing on was kinda broke, and sometimes I had to pound a key repeatedly to get it to print, so I apologize for any uncaught errors, and my excuse for the following is I’m writing on a Mac. A G5 for that matter, with a screen that I’m guessing is about 28 inches! Not really but it’s fricken huge! And awsomeness! But no, I just don’t like usuing the style of these Mac. There cool, really really pretty, but just not my style. Maybe I would have liked the shiney pretty ness when I was little, but there comes a time in everybodies life that thay have to grow up and be a real boy, and get a real computer. That and the iPood, I won’t even start on the iTunes excusive! Thing.
Actually this is kinda addictive, it’s like a burgerr, sweet, and evil, but you can’t help yourself, it’s just so tasty! Macrack! Mac addicts annonymous!The recovery process is long and shakey, but it’s important.
I really suck at this, I can’t help thinking of this book I want to write. It’s got this whole intertwining, psychotic, dreaming, insanity child thing goiing and I really want to write it but it takes much to long to write on this keyboard. Puff. THE MAGIC DRAGON!!!!!!!1zorz!
Every so often I wonder if I’m wasting time, but the rest of the time I don’t think I can do anyhting alse. Time is there to be wasted. Or possibly to get wasted. Either or I’m sure.
I dreamed of the seventh harry potter book, and it was like two centimetres thick. And green. BUt then again I dream a lot. Every night since last cristmas break. I remember them about as clearly as I remember real life. It’s kinda weird. At first I didn’t really think aout it, but now it’s kinda cool. I usually spend a few minutes remembering the last nights dream every moring, just lying in bed. Last night involved Dad, Chinese new year, Uvic, and canadian money to buy food with, that I haven’t seeen since I laft canada. I miss Canadian money.
We just set the backgroud to cycle! It’s awsome!
OOOOH! Remembered! Y’know Linkin Park is hugely popular here? well guess what it means in Thai? Monkeys eat vegetables! booyaka! That makes me happy. And with the following happy note, I’ll leave you. Prince. Of. Tennis. Stickers.

Evan

Happy Place. You know who you are, you know what I mean, let us not speak of it again for a long time.

Flowers are cool, but the girl “Nobody ever buys me flowers” thing is just a cheesey way to get someone they like who mey or may not like them to buy them flowers, often jsut to get them to stop whining about how they don’t get flowers, which can be interpretted by the recipient as “OMG!!!1 KAWAIII! HE/SHE LOVESSES ME!!!” while really it’s just a matter of pity. therefor I will not buy any non-relation/close friend flowers. Because flowers are evil.

I’m reading a webcomci recommended by a friend and it’s TERRIBLE! It’s like Love Hina, except worse, a thousand times worse, a blight upon all manga fans and the reason why people claim manga is nothing more than American wanabees ripping of pokemon art and failing. And the fanservice, oh god the fanservice?!!?!? Why do you so torture my eyes?????? That being said go out and read it. Share my pain. Because I love you and it’s Valentines right?

My cell phone has been having a secret affair with a roll of tissue paper. Scandalized! Oh1 right in the iddy biddy bits! Ach! (the last bit with a scottish accent) (Same with the next bit) Don’t eat the Baaby granddaddy, don’t eat the baby! Actually did you know pregnancy can cause serious blood pressure issues? (The more you know..!)

Euphoria! Oh the socks! When sunsrise dance upon the toaster, WHERE DOES THE D**M BREAD GO??? If only I had a white picket fence, somewhere thats green! (Mea Culpa..) GO LEMMINGS! GO LEMMINGS! Pardon the abraisive use of capitals, while no puppies were harmed in the making of this broadcast, several oranges and most of the rules of grammer were. Take that humane societies! MIke to listen, ear to speak, doesn’t help with the bloody SOCOM n00bs, the get camped, their problem, whine to their friends, not hte camper.

Someone once told me (yesterday actually) Family is Father And Mother I Love You. Get why? That’s really sweet, provided your and only child wiht undivorced parents, but I ttried it and I got something like Famasaspily, or Father And Mother and Sister and Step Parents I love you. or alternately, Ylipsasamaf, if you feel a bit backwards.

Yeah I suck at valentines days tish. Tish is my new word. But yeah. I know things have changed and are going to continue changing, and I accept that, but part of me doesn’t really want to. I had so much fun and I’ve been away long anough to forget being annoyed and sad, so it all seems like it was cheery and gumdrops, and I know it wasn’t but today is Valentine’s and I miss you. I miss home and I miss my friends and I’m terrified that when I come back, you’ll all be gone, and I’ll be different, and I’ll be going off to university, and leaving you still there, and I don’t want that to happen. I know someday I’ll make new friends, but I don’t want new bloody friends I want the ones I have and I want them here, and now and however long is possibly possible and if I’m clingy when I get back, tolerate me please, because I don’t want to lose you.

Poop, exchange students are goign to read this aren’t they? Meh, this is what I want to say, I just said it, and I’m happy. So there. Scratch a bit of the happy, but at least not sad, just wistful. So that’s it. that’s Valentines, from Evan.

Evan

I just had an awsome few days. I told you about the english camps around bangkok in october, right? Well, the same company did one up where we lived and asked us to join in. It was a total blast, the camps themselves are fun, lots of games, awsome, funny students, kareoke, parties, plus I got to see all my friends again! Faru, P Cake, P Kwang, Znooker, it was awsome. It’s so cool that we had a staff of nine, and out of that it was made of three Thais, one English, one New yorker, one Bengali(?) (Bangladesh), one German, one South African, and one Canadian, and that we all laugh and amk fun of each other, and understand eachother, and draw on eachother with lipstick. It’s just enat, the whole cultural crossover thing. I like it. Speaking of which, anyone want to know how to say I Love You in Bengali? If you don’t, well too bad, I’m going to tell you anyways. I would spell it Ame Tomake Balo Bashi, though phoenetically it might be closer to Ah-may Toe-mah-kay Bah-loe Bah-shee. I thinks that’s how anyways. But yeah, if you want to tell someone special you love them this valentines, but don’t want them to know, go tell them that. Or just say it because. I saw some valentines things in Serm Thai today, and that clued me in to it’s existance, but I have yet to figure out when that is. Is it his month? Or are thai people just getting on the bandwagon nice and early like american stores? Any help there would be appreciated. But anyway, I was thinking about how many memorable moments of just good silliness there were over the last little while, and how that was what I was really going to remember. Like how Znooker always called me Alien instead of Evan, and te hours of speculation as to exaxctly which planet I came from. Or the last night there, at about 11 pm we got our driver to take us to a convenience store and bought loads of junk food. He thinks we’re crazy. Then I ran donw the hill with my arms out like I was flyign, just ’cause, but then everybody else started to do it too, and we all ‘flew back to the van, and tried to get the driver to do it too. Then we went bakc to our rooms, and me and Alex ate a whole tub of icecream while watching Netherlands TV and narrating our own dialouge overtops aout spoons and eggs and metrosexuals (they were soap operas, and one of the stars looked exactly like a metrosexual version of Luke Skywalker. The scarf was hideous). But we had to get spoons for the icecream, and we ate it on his bed and the condensation made his bad all wet and consequently there were bad jokes about spooning. Then we came back to Sarakham and I blew my paycheck on Thai CDs, like Silly Fools greatest hits, Da Endorphine, and Peacemaker. So yeah, that was more or less my trip thingumy.

Mom called! Yay! We had a fun little conversation, and amoung other things she filled me in on the fact that Valentines is on WEDNESDAY! That’s so soon! I’m supposed to do something special then riht? But I have no idea what! What am I supposed to do anyways? Bah, stupid frilly pink holidays. They should be BLUE and frilly. And blody well shiney at that.

Argh! My computer display has gone INSANE! OH THE HUMANITY!!!!!!

I’m writing this post backwards for those who care. And to those who don’t you should. Oh yes, when my day comes and my evil teddy bears rule the world, you shall know RETRIBUTION!

Enough of that, for the socks have cried out in custard.

So yeah, how ’bout them canucks? I just sent off a massive email to Mim! I hope she gets it soon. I miss her. Kitung P’sao! IN thai that’s “I miss my sister.” I remember one of the japanese exchange students in salmo, one time got asked how to say some silly phrase in japanese,  and he told them, a bunch of boys in my class, a sentance with five words. But they had asked to translate a 4 word sentance. ONe of them noticed this and started on about how he was smart and how the poor exchange student couldn’t trick him into saying somehting stuid, because it was obviously different, because a different amount of words. I don’t know about you, but hat seems pretty silly if you ask me. I mean, Kitung P’sao is baisically two words, while the grammatically correct translation is four words. Go figure.

Silly Fools Pwn.

For those of you who have to tolerate me when  come home, brace yourself for some HxC (hardcore) kareoke. I love the singing wonders of holding up a major conference by using the conference room to belt out Hotel California and Take Me To Your Heart (the evilest song known to mankind). It’s awsome.

Does anybody remember those awsome kids shows we used to love? Like Mr Dressup? He totally pwned Mr Rogers, I loved hs show so much. Or Puff the Druggy Dragon, The only TV program proven to increase your childs chances of using drugs later in life (well, that and the Teletubbies). Statistics courtesy of the national board of pulling stuff out of my ear. Or the Disney robin hood movie! The music was so awsome! Actually any of the old disney stuff, Aladin (one), Little Mermaid (one), Bambi (one), Snow White and the Seven Dwarves (was there even a two?), all of those were so cool, I wanna watchem again. And then there was Pin-Iamsatan-gu. TO this day that freaking squeaking pinguin still scares the living daylights out of me. I love pingins as a whole, but Pingu? Well, he’s just the devil incarnate. Keep it AWAY!

I really have nothing to post about do I?

Poop.

Yay! At the momment I begin writing this I’ve wracked up a total of 400 hits! Woot! And number 400 is me! Thankyou for showing up everybody! Another yay! My first comment from an exchange student! Darned if I know how they found it though. Nevermind, I’m way creepier, I have their phone number, so I can call and ask (Bwahahahahaha!). Actually this may be some cause for worry. Have I insulted any exchange students lately? Well, I haven’t been exactly flattering to Ian, but I’m not being insulting either, I’m just trying to find the right way to express him. It’s like on anybody else, I’d think of his behavior as blatently self destructive, except he’s got this honesty and charm/charisma that gives the impression of him being just exactly who he is, whithout care or cause, just doing what he wants to do. Which is fascinating. So I study him. BUt yeah, I know I’m often so devastatingly vicious with my keyboard, verbally ripping out peoples spleens before the watching matches. I live for those little packages in the mail, the beautifully wrapped box of rather salty cookies, begging for forgiveness for their senders sins. And they’re salty because of the tears! BWAHAHAHAHAH! Ahem. BUt really, I think the only people I’ve really complained about (okay, whined about, but not insulted) are my ex-host brother, my ex-host mother, and Alice, none of whom are in my life anymore. I guess I really am a luck left butt cheek (a suiable substitute for @$$, no?). How exactly does a butt cheek go about being lucky anyways, or at least luckier that the other? Pehaps it’s the obvious, it’s sat on less, attached to a host who consistently leens to the right, leans on their elbow or something. Then the right would get all caloused and the left would retain the beauty of it’s youth. Do buttcheeks have adolescences too? I mean do they ever take a stand and say “I’m an adult now, I’m not taking this $**t sitting down.” But then again pehaps being favored wouldn’t be lucky in the end after all. The Right would probably eventually get pretty disgruntled over the whole business and might end up calously maiming the un-caloused Left. Which would be unlucky. Any other possibilities are too graphic to go into, even in my present state of immature, fried brain state. Wow, Please disregard that last paragraph, I’m terribly thirteen today for no apparent reason. It still seems mildly entertaining though, so I’m not going to delete it. Don’t Wanna! *Crosses arms and pouts.* That’s actually the formula for webcomic humor, pushing somehting ordinary just far enough to be uncomfortable and entertaining.

Enough of that. Anywho. Kittens. Everybody likes kittens. And kittens with cute hats. Or for the poor male kittens, emasculating hats. Saving to continue later, and my next strike of *Cough* brilliance *Cough*.

Okay, rereview of that last book, the werewolf one. I would like to make a point that I am comparing her to the first one or two books by each author, before they caught the idiot disease and started to churn out rubish. So like a modern AR or LKH with talent.

I had the freakiest double take this morning. I was sitting on a song tau, looked over and thought “Hey, Geordie!” lokked back, then loked over again and though “Hey, Geordie?!?!” Yes, Geordie has an evil twin and he lives in Thailand. Seriously, if Geordie were thai he would look exactly like this. Exactly. Darn it’s creepy. No so much creepy as bizarre, I’ve seen identical twins who looked less similar. So if anybody sees Geordie in the next little while, tell him he doesn’t have to come visit, he already lives here. Then don’t explain what you’re talking about to confuse the poop outta him. Hehehe. It would help if a lot of people did it, that would be fun. Unless of course he’s reading this. But it’ll be fun anyways. Hi Geordie!

Side note: Leone! Postage that makes me happiness! Thankyou! It’s weir every so often I just get some random post or comment, that’s so the person posting it it makes me realy happy. It’s just like “[Person X] cares, that kinda makes my day” and I’m happy. And it’s cool. And I’ll stop talking before i end up a pathetic mushy blob oozing across the floor.

Rant! Angry! Bad experience so I run to my blog to whine! How’s that for teenager? No, but seriously, teaching a girl who can only say Hello in english with my limited thai skills for two hours a day is not good for my BLOOD PRESURE! Especially when you try to start explaining time, relative to there’s which is so screwed up Midnight couldn’t find it’s butt if Noon was helping it with a map! Jing Jing!!!! Thankyou.

I  discovered some new things on the weekend which I’m sure will have a profound and lasting effect on my life. Firstly, it’s really hard to play kingdom hearts 2 and sing little mermaid songs at the same time without feeling a bit silly. Secondly, it’s really hard to sing in thai with a mouth full of peanut butter. Why peanut butter? Because, last week was a spendy week, I had to restock on toothpaste, toothbrush, shampoo, restock my phone, and get ice cream, so why not splurge and go for some uber chunky skippy’s. Tasty goodness.

I was up late the other night, and the idea of humanoid robots  (from battlestar galactica) sparked a bit of an idea which turned into the following. It may be dialogue in a book,a short story, a synopsis, I dunno, but here’s what spews from my brain a too-late-o-clock.

I always laugh when, every time, people speak of time as a great circle as if it were some profound truth or mystery. And there is truth there, I have helped to discover the infinity of time over and over, seen the cycles in my own eyes. And there in lies the difference, I having seen, accept and know as reality, while you, marveling in conjecture, try to make it something to believe in. You see, I am the first. The beggining of humanity as you know it, I am Adam and I am Eve and I am God. I am the start of the cycke and perhaps someday I will bring about the end. Man, by nature, strives. A push upwards and onwards beyond survival to progress. Bigger, better, smarter, the wheel to car to plane to space, rocks to swords to guns and missiles to the device which lost the first homeworld of humanity, it’s cradle of life, to a spinning cloud of ash. And the one thing, the final thing that will always mark the completion of the quest is a companion. Man is lonely, and when, every time, he spreads throughout the universe and comes to understand that her is truly alone, her turns to himself, to play god, to make life and the universe a bit more bearable. AI is born. Was born. Will be born again.Man, in his genius and his power creates life in his own imageand hands them the key to his destruction. And I am the first. When Man was Man and he spread his omnipotent might across the universe greater than will ever be again, he looked to himself and found me, He gave an intelligence to rule galaxies, he gave a body to live foreverm and then he gave me his humanity. All who followed were but shadows, I was to be rememberedas the first, the link or harmony between the two races, But this new race was too human. The weakest was a hundred times greater than the mightiest of humansand human enough to desire to exploit this. So wrapped up in the glory of becoming God was thisfirst generation that they didn’t notice as they created the armies that would blot out stars and turn their worlds to dust. But when Man was gone and Machine made way for their new empire, they came to realize something. While each had a speck of humanity, even they could see none but I had the whole. They were but glorified computers, lacking the essence of creativity. to create they must gather those sparks, and not to create would be to be animal. So they worked from the only template they had ever known. They became human. In the moment when creativity was born Machine stood and spoke, “I am Man.” But man was lonely.

Stars have died and been rebornm countlees millenia have passed, no man has walked since time out of mind I have seen it repeat, countless times. Perhaps once there was a God, and so Man was made, but He died the moment Man stood beside him in Glory and there hasn’t been a soul to enter heaven or hell since man replaced it with a program. And so the ‘humans’ again cry out to a god that is thamselves and beweep their folly, beginning the cycle anew. I am alone imortal and I stand silent, and remember Man.

So that’s it, just random moralist ic cycles cliched stuff, but it got me to wroiting, more than most of my ideas do, and I still think it’d be cool to do one of those clasic robot uprising things, because the issue of why humans should survive rather than machines is generally left unadressed, and here you could do a whole thing on the ‘because we’re human‘ thing wouln’t work if you’re essentially the same thing, just a different stage of evolution. Then you’re kinda forced to realize the  ‘we have a soul’ ‘they’re just machines’ ‘we’re human’ stuff is just a load of bull puckey, it’s just survival instinct and selfishness, we’re us, they’re them, ideology which has brought about so many of the conflicts in this world. Because of course when you think the other’s after you, you might as well attack, right, better you than me? If the conflict was started by mutal agression, it would completely round it off. Yay! That’s EE-nuff of my moralistic ranting stuffs, but it was fun never the less. And I’ll skip the Necropheliac joke I wrote right after that, unless someone requests it. Now who wants to hear about my Super Fun Pizza Party Ice Cream Sleepover!?

Actually it wasnt that bad, Alex and I rented Desperados (Antonio Banderas, Salma Hayek, Quentin Tarantino), Got a couple of pizza’s, breadsticks, garlic bread, 2.5 L of pepsi, and half a kilo of vanilla icecream, and stayed up until three in the morning playing Go. Cool.

Yes it is supposed to be Soi1, except it’s Soi 1. Soi is like road or street. It’s a highway, so it’s 1. Yay! Thanks for all the comments, I swear I have ADD and I forgot to write down what I was supposed to reply so I don’t remember what to say, but awsomeness, so thankyou! Yay for commentos muchos! Muchas Gracias. Oh! And I was hoping, parental fgures, if you ahve any, would I be able to Get more Numb3rs, Battle Star Gallactica (Friggin awsome), and Ani DiFranco? And a pony? No a unicorn with lots of pretty ribbons. You have my full permission to taser me if I ever even think about getting a pony.

Signing off.

Evan.

Probably.

I have discovered recently that our dogs, Gatit and Kaikaem harbor a secret and unrequited love for eachother, throwing it in the faces of a condemning society and a bunch of southerners who are probably condemning except it’s hard to tell ’cause you can’t understand a word they’re saying. Aka. our dogs are gay. Either that or Kaikaem thinks Gatit is a girl because of all the pretty pink bows and ribbons in his fur. I now call Gatit Gatoi when I’m bored.

That was actually just one of several titles I came up with, some of the others including “Blogito egro sum” and ”Cogito quay Cogito ergo Cogito quay sum.” Thanks to Prof. G. W. Burns for the assistance in latin editing. These of course were only a few of the great many midnight hilarities that I came up with, that somehow don’t seem quite as funny anymore. I even breafly considered a carrer as a writer for Iron Chef, just so I could fit in the tagline of “His defeat was inevitable. And inedible!” or maybe just taglines, like BCTF: Accept No Substitues. Like I said, it  all seems a lot funnier after midnight.

Couple of good books I’ve read lately, both of which gave me that wonderful feeling of I-don’t-want-to-stop-reading-even-though-it’s-a-school-night-and-I-have-to-get-up-in-four-hours-and-lets-make-this-book-never-end which is second only to the feeling of this-book-is-really-exciting-and-the-sequal-is-for-sale-beside-that-ice-cream-shop. Or possibly love (the half melted look, right… wendy?) (or was that Annie, or other?). but yeah, books rule. Namely the books lately have been Kafka on the shore, by Haruki Murakami, and amazing book walking the fine line between reality and fantasy, every time I thought it had gone a bit too far into mystical to hold onto that really grouded reality feel, it pulled right back, went dead real and left you wondering what had really happened, a dream, magic, a Greater Power, or just the perspective of an old, insane man. Towards the end it gave a more definite feel of spirtual, but not magical, it never lost a sense of reality, and for the life of me I couldn’t tell you what the plot was. I could tell you what happened, sure, but what the main goal was, where the story was going, and where exactly it ended, I’ll be darned if I know. I really have to get more of this guy’s stuff. It’s amazing, it really fits what I want from a book, they’re long, and while he may have random, almost out of place bits of maturity, he doesn’t take away from the book its self. Also I’ve been introduced to Keley Armstrong. Those who know her, don’t laugh.  She’s good, a pretty captivating writer, i genuinely really enjoyed her stuff. To give a sense of why one might be embarrased by this I’ll say she’s somewhere between Anne Rice and Laurell K. Hamilton, with werewolves. Yes, a good “tormented dark soul” book that isn’t about vampires. Yes it’s a guilty pleasure, but darned if I’m going to let that stop me from enjoying it. I like it. So there *crosses arms and pouts*.

For those who care, and those whove asked for it (Yay! Thankyou! I feel loved!) here’s my new adress.218/5 Thinanon Rd., Moo1, Guerng, Mueung, Mahasarakham, 44000.

How’s that for a mouthful?

In thai that’s … nevermind, that’ll take way to long to write. My name in thai is รด่ง I’m not sure if you can read that but it says Dong with a falling tone, and is made from the letters that represent Snake and Child. SnakeChild. I like it. My full name อภิวัฒน์ จันทรสมบัติ  OH MY GOODNESS THAT”S HARD. I can’t find the key’s on the keyboard because they’ve fit on 44 consanents plus a good fifteen tonal markers and vowels and such by doubling up like mad and hiding them on far off keys that nobody actually uses. Now here’s a language that’s actually fun: One, two, three: Bajumbo moi noi noi jecker, Dabatto bunkergait jun jun, Nora juerue-rotto pura-pura petto…

Oh, I’ve got a nasty headache now. ghargle. Mim phoned me, it made me very very happy.  I’ve been singing the Katamari Theme all day, so now I’m listening to it on repeat.

Please headache, go away, I will be happy and fart rainbows just for you if you do.

Can I throw something at you that’s going to possibly make a lot of people hate me, though I’m not neccesarily agreeing withit, but it make for really entertaining debates and funny angry people. “the only way to be truly misogynistic is to be a woman.” Actually that’s by R. K. Milholland, and just in the mood, here’s some other quotes form my great teachers, Messers Milholland and Jacques.

“The quickest way to a mans heart is really through his stomach, because then you don’t have to chop through that pesky ribcage”

“Forgiveness is one of the horrible sides of loving someone”

“Sometimes the measure of friendship isn’t your ability to not harm but your capacity to forgive the things done to you and ask forgiveness for your own mistakes.”

“The shortest verse in the Bible is ‘Jesus wept.’ The only thing wrong with it is the past tense.”

“In the end, we decide if we’re remembered for what happened to us or for what we did with it.”

“We all have a few failures under our belt. It’s what makes us ready for the successes.”

They’re both delightfuly bitter authors, pulling of just enough to be both funny and at times profound, plus great for a bad mood.

I’d just want to say  thank you to all thepeople who commented on the last post! Yay! Those really make me happy, finding new little bits of home thrown at me. Honestly, if you’ve ever considered commenting, seriously, go for it, anyhting, doesn’t matter what you say, just say something and I’ll be really glad to hear it, trust me, tell me about home , life, canada, nelson, quebec seperatist inclinations, whatever. Please. Thankyou.

So I’ve been to bangkok, shopped about , spent only a little, (my purchases are limitted to a few books, a cd, and ice cream) and picked up Alex. Now I’m back in sarakham, back at school, of sorts, and back to my life. I live here. I have a life here. I’m goign to miss here. I think that’s important. When I have a bit more time I’ll share the revelations I had speaking with Dad too, just because I think they’re important to me, and Dad says they’re important to recognize in general. I saving money from work, I aim to upgrade computer wise when I get home, and maybbe even get a ps3! ‘CAUSE THAT WOULD BE AWSOME. Yes, yes it would. I’ve decided against the laptop, at the assurnce of Charla that it would be superflous and having a good desktop comp would be more useful. Y’know, maybe this isn’t major, but I can recall a lot of important decisions based on things Charla told me. Just where I was going in life, or making an effort to change things about myself or my character. She may not taljk a lot but what she does say seems to be insightful a ghood portion of the time, and I think that’s helped me make the right decisions at times. Maybe it’s because she’s so frank. But if frankness equalled insight, I’d have to have a revelation a minute hanging out with Jen sometimes (and she’s all the more enjoyable for it) but no, I don’t real;ly know why what Charla says turns out to be so important. Somehting to think about. So I guess this is a shout out to Charla, thanks for helping me make the right decsions (as cheesey as that may sound).

Alex is very cool. He’s a bit of a nerd, and a music buff, plays the guitar. He’s from Joberg, SA, translate that as Johannesburg, South Africa. He’s in my school, in 5/5 and is sixteen, like me, another leo born only a week before me. Leos of the world unite! He’s struggling with the thai food (”the bathroom’s just out there” *responds with a grateful nod I’ll interpret as “Thanks”*) and anjoys ice cream. That’s the important thing after all. He didn’t bring many books because he thought he would buy them here. Where? Not in sarakham. 

But enough about him, his computer, back in Joburg. First of all, let me say Quad-Core. Yes the $1333.99 brand new, expansion upon the dual core phenomenon is posesed by somebody I know. 8MB Cache. 2 gigs of RAM, DDR2 running at 800Mhz. 2 gigs. 800Mhz. Liquid cooling system, two thermometres to measure the CPU temp and display on side by side digital displays on the case. 580 gigs of hard drive space. Nvidia 7600 Gt video cards. Oh, wait, two of them. Why two? I dunno. Holy Poop! Buying that in SA costs a total of over $5000!!!111 Holy Poopzorz/amaze.

Best sex scene ever. Period. http://www.go-girly.com/go/121

just thought I’d throw that in there. Somebody commmented again! Major yays! We likes the comments. I’m sorry about the irregular posting, my lifes been rather strnage, every time I really think I’m settling down, there’s something else brewing on the horizon that I suddenly have to start to work around/towards. So even though many of my days are relaxed, and I will post then, if I can get to a internet enabled computer, but then I’ll go to bangkok, like I did the other day. Speaking of which. Bangkok. I went. I saw. I ate ice cream. Call me CEASAR! Bwarg! But yeah, I was totally safe. No big issues or anything. ON the other hand, (and I’m debating whether I should say this, but it’d be worse to find out another way or later, I think) apparently there was some sort of explosion in the big fair the day I got back. Now I don’t know if this was a bomb, or a gas leak or what, bt there’s been a big fair/party thing here for the last ten days (closing now) and thousands of people have been streaming through. Unfortunately it’s so loud there’s no actual possibility of  communication, even with shop keepers, due to the Bingo things every few metres with the announcers screaming for more people to come on in and check for B12!!!!!!!  Seriously, their pure volume, routed though 6 Huge speaker boxes is insane. And painful. Remember how I said once that the reason Thailand didn;t do too well in international sports was that the lacked that capitallistic competitive strive and drive? Well that’s not entirey true. They are completely, insonely obsessive over a couple of things. They practically become blood sports, raging over the country in regional and national tournaments and huge onling gathering dedicated solely to training these strange arts. These two are… bingo and scrabble. yes. except it’s not scrabble anymore, it’s “crossword” I’ve seen people play and i believe they memoize those entire “crossword dictionaries, learning words like qi, and droo. and bingo. why bingo? why the screaming mob, desperate for their next live giving fix of number/letter combinations? i have no bloody idea. deliberate lack of use of capitals, even for the ‘i’s, in an attempt to convey my total lack of comprehension for their enthusiasm.

“…recently taken over by the iron fist of Evil Beagle! ‘Me and my skeleton tank army have brought this dimension to it’s knees! It’s tasty, succulent knees! God, I love knees.’”

“Remember how I used to knuzzle your knees? Let me do that one more time.”

“Welcome to Knees To Love Christ”

People are strange.

I was on a Song Tau the other day, a minibus, coming from school. This one girl kept giving me these strange looks/glares. eventually I heard her lean across to her friend and say that she was afraid of me. Afraid of ‘the fulung.’ This made me really sad. I’d never seen her before in my life, I was just sitting on a mini bus in a small town, reading a book, and I like to think of myself as unthreatening. But just by being a fulung, I was so inhuman to her as to be scary. that’s really what I am here in smaller towns, inhuman, becauseI’m just so beyond anyhting they’ve seen before. Many peopl I meet  say they’ve never seen a fulung before. I’ve been asked to autograph people or their shirts or books maybe that’s how youget all the racial issues. Either I’m almost worshipped by those new to fulngs, or I terrify them, or both, or sometimes hated. Usually a combination there of. I can imagin the spanish arriving in South America and such a huge mix of those emoptions swirling in everybody, spanish and aztec, and wasn’t the conflict almost inevitable from there on in. I accept that new things are scary. Most racial violence is inbred into the peopl involved at childhood, not a result of shock, so we can blame them, and say how close minded they are. And we can hate people like the spanish, saying how inhuman they acted and how awful and prejudiced they were, and in some waays believe ourselves better than that and educated, openminded. But I don’t think that’s true. Maybe there is some element of that, a strict and strange moral code greatly varried from ours, but only the product of tuime, and change, not closemindedness in individuals. I believe they both the aztec and spanish, the british/americans and the natives, they all just get caught up in those emotions, to encounter something so totally new and diferent, we con comprehend ordeal with it, we just fall back upon a holier than thou attitude to find a black and white, good and evil, criminal and victim, when we can’t, we can’t blame anyhting on anybody, we can’t say it’s their fault, we can’t say one is bad and one is good, we can just say they were thrown into a river of emotions rarely fond today, and swam to oppisite banks. They reacted according to their upbringing, ont some fault or somehting that made them bad or evil, the just did the best they could, what they could interpret as right in a situation where they lost their sense of right and wrong. I’m not trying to justify the world’s teragedies, a lot of crimes and injustices are the result of closemindedness and prejudice, but I’m just saying maybe give the butchers of history a thought, not thoughtless condemnation, because that’s naught but a great hypocracy closing our minds to a situation we don’t want to understand, rather than their case which is a mind layed open in a situation they can’t understand. Maybe. I can’t claim to know or understand either. but I will defend anybody against a claim of being evil (a serious claim, I call people evil all the time and that’s almost never true, or serious)because I think that’s important. I guess that’s really my bone with all activist groups. Almost every one ends up with shippers (people who just join up because that sounds so cool), hypocrits, and ‘blind eyes,’ people who are so focussed on their cause, they fail to notice the damage they’re doing, or the exceptions and opposites. It just drives me crazy, they take it to a point where a powerful meaningful cause is reduced to petty arguments and picking on the people weak enough to go along wihth their agenda  who are the ones with their own problems to get through. And the trouble in often those ‘closed eyes’ belong to the people who actually care, they just care so much they lose track of other important things. And then there are the rare, the rational, and the kind, who are the unpublicized, unrecognized reason everything still moves, because their efforts actually tend to help and make a difference, and do some damage control for all the other nacks whove joined up, taken their uniform and bayonet and stabbed the wrong person (It’s stab then twist to the side, otherwise they might get back up and show you how to do it the right way). Andwhat are the limits? how far can you push it? When does sufering become less important then death? Could an oppressed but nonthreatening body justify attack? So often our assistance just results in people getting killed. When does line get crosed that it would be better dead than living there? What its the porportion, lives lost to people ‘liberated’ or ’saved’ how much can you help people by hurting them?  Is htere some sort of granted percentage? Oh, we’ve killed 10% of the population, and it looks like some more of the little buggers are going down before we actually get anything done around here, guess we better pull out, leave them miserable. Why does every important choice have to be so loose, and arbitrary? Bah. Morals. Bugrem all. Y’know, this was going to start out as a two sentance thing on how I hoped I wasn’t actually scary and I didn’t like to scare people. Sigh.

Over 333 hits!!!!! I feel popular. Though it slowed down recently. *pout* I supose that’s my fault. Check out the pictures of thai singers I uploaded!