Sorry about the last post, i wasn’t really concious, so it ended up a bit (lit. see Really) wierd and incoherent. Anywho, I jst thought another update might be fun. Sorry. We just possible cooked the most disgusting thing ever. Seriously. First we made this dough, and by ‘made dough’ I mean mixed an anonymous white powder with water. Then we added just enough orange colour to the grey dough to make it a wonderfully revolting pink. I tried the dough. I think the most accurate comparison is squishy chalk, which is a disturbingly accurate assesment of flavor. Then we deepfried the dough in little circles. Then we took out the still soft, deep fried, chalk taasting, off pink dough, and laid it on a bed of fresh but disgusting coconut (for those of you who don’t know me so well, I love coconut…usually) put dried corn in the middle, floded it in half aroung the corn, then dipped it in a mixture of sugar, salt, and bunt sesame seeds. o.0 Although some parts of that sound almost tasty, they somehow managed to combine to something infinitely more disgusting. They handed one out to everybody, including some teachers, who seemed to enjoy it (???) and one to each V, Alice and I. We ate the one given, and stayed far away from anymore, until at the end of class, the teacher smiled and divided the remaining dozens (yes, plural) into three boxes, one for each of us. We left, boxes in hand, then found a little kid and his mother talking to some cooks. We gave each a box. The little kid seemed happy. o.0

I’ve been alternating between having angsty punk rock stuff and bad thai rap going around my head all morning, and that is really bad when you only know the words of the corus of the APR stuff and the otehr is thai Except for หสกาฟวาสห่กดวสSLOW MOTION and หสว่ดฟวหสาก่ดALCOHOL! Gal-Darn it.

I already have some people here mystified with Balthazar, but I insist on total secrecy, and hope the same of those who know the origins (the precious few).

It’s Lilawadee’s Birthday today (pronounced Lee-la-wa-dee). She is also known as Henriette. How come she gets something that sounds cool and means ‘riverflower’ or something of th kind, but I get Dong? I mean, V has Sou, which means fight, and Alice has Aria. I get Dong. Of Eewan (pronounced ee-w-awn). Stupid thing.

I’m actuall suposed to go now, and I’m not supposed to use these computers in the firstplace. (”Sorry, what, I don’t understand, sorry” XD) Os I have to go but I’ll try to post longer.

I was at the rotary cook thing tonight. I did pancakes with V, Alica and Henrietta. I suspect we concieved a veritable plethora of delectables. urgggh… It was cool, I spent like five minutes staring at the lights because towards the end of dinner, there were all these pretty shiney circles and lines going in a circle out from them, spinning and moving with me. Just before I left they turned into these neat little circular rainbows. Nobody else saw them. Worried.

I loooove Rotee, the best thai food ever. i love dune. I love sleep, sounds good. Goodnight. Oh, jen, that was funny.

Evan

Hey there, sorry about teh delay, it’s been pretty hectic. A lot has happened and I’ve forgotten most of it, but I’ll relate what I can.

Today I went to Henriette’s school (Sorry I’m travelling backwards through time) and mt a whole bunch of new people, most of which were very nice, and some of which called me darling. Darn them. However I have christened Henriette with a new name, Monoloco, which suits her suprisingly well. I’ts kinda funny, she calls all little children Ling, or linling, meaning monkey, so she points at crowds of them and says ling over and over,  which is kinda entertaining. My camera charger is officially down, and the only replacement charegr does not come into stock for three weeks, so not photo’s till then. And the dress up Evan thing is on the 8th! Woot! I Guess I may have to take a picture on someone elses camera or be mobbed, but I will resent it. I spent the afternoon at the mall, eating Ice cream, hanging with friends, grocery shopping, and convincing V that his phone breaking is not cause for suicide. (it was a three hundered dollar phone) It won’t be fixed for a month and it has all his music and he leaves in two months. We’re supposed to cook for the collective B-day party on wendsay, do Henriette will help me cook pancakes, she will make pudding, V is planning some coffee and chocolates and I have no idea what Alice is doing.

I found myself thinking the other day, caught myself really, I hadn’ t conciously thought it, but I thoght none the less, I could live like this. I was taking a shower after going swimming for the first time since I got here, and I felt content. I certainly couldn’t live here forever, but for the first time I thought I could manage a year.

Gall darn it, my mother keeps trying to impose curfews and restrictions, each more idiculous than the last and I find myself working hard to fond legitimate loopholes, ways to stretch the boundaries, and ways to be especially nice and get on her goodside as I work around each one. GAll Darn it.

Darn it, my host brother just keeps sitting down behind me and just sitting there, it’s kinda/really annoying. He just sits there expectantly, looking like I’m going to give up the computer any minute now.

Darn it I wisj I swore, o please go away, yes you, the one who’s been reading over my shoulder, thank god you can’t read english.

I love the fact that no one here naturally speaks english. It means none of them understand sarcasm, because thai is a tonal language, any tonal stuff in english s lost on them, including the question rise at the end of a sentance. It means I can be as sarcastic as much and as often as I want and they just think I’m polite or crazy. “No, I think the weather is lovely today” “A five thirty curfew? Of course I don’t mind” I got around that one eventually.

 I’m not in a good mood, but I think I wall be eventually, so pardon the dour mood of this post, I really am doing well.

I hve hung out a lot with Henriette and her family, I love her family, I feel much more at home with them tham my own family. There is the mother and two daughters, plus Henriette, the father works over seas. They are ppor, but they are some of he nicest people I’ve met, and I’ve enjoyed every minute of time with them. I went to the pool with them, the monkey park. The daughter are sweet and kind, funny and relatively fluent in english. Plus the elder (sixteen , the other is fourteen, though you couldn’t tell) is the most amazing singer I have ever heard, seriously, I would swear she was proffesional. She does kareokee and is way better than the origial singers, it’s amazing.

Speaking of kareoke, it seems to be the only thing we actually do at rotary meetings, and to the likes of Maroon five, britney spears, aqua, and lots of linkin park. somehow, belting out “numb” in front of a bunch of elderly is less embarassing when seven other people are doing it with you and the elderlies join you for the next round. It can actually be fun in the right situation, V, Om (an old rotary student), Bill (likewise, and V’s neew hostbrother), henriette, and I went to this uber classy place, like the nicest of hostels at home, marble, beautiful golden laticework, and we descended to the bottom floor and on a side corridor is this wildly lit passeage way in greens and purples and blues peeking trought the hanging white sheets hanging loosely from the ceiling and turning into one of the rooms along the side is quite a shock. Inside are two large, two person lounge couches, more pillows than possibly neccesary, two massive TVs with an awsome sound system, all hooked up to a computer with an enormous volection of kareoke. Did I mention room service? Six buchs an hour, split between however many people are there (i only paid a bit more than $1) SWEET! It’s actually pretty cool.

Mim, I promise, today at the party, I will sing a song for you, and blow out a candle.

Not a day goes by without me thinking of home and how much fun I would be having there with all you guys. God I miss you all.

Such Great Heights, I love that song.

Reading the original script for V for Vendetta is such a mind job, it’s completely different from the movie sometimes. Rated a little more than R.

NANANANANANANANA!

You know those first words everyone teaches to their child? Y’know like ‘don’t’ and ‘no’ and ’stop?’ Well, my host brother doesn’t get those. Don’t touch. Please stop. No you can’t do that right now. “Yes, yes. Hahaha” Then he does it anyway!! ************************************************************** Fill that in with creations of your own. That and or. This or this, and the answer is invariably yes.

Toodles.

Love

Evan

*spelt wrong on purpose*

I’m kinda worried about my host brother. Not like, “Ohh no, what will happen??” just kinda like 0.o. ???? That kind of worry. อิ๑อิ There, my first thai smiley. Anywhoo, When we first got here I was talking to him and he mentioned he liked history, then Kun-mai popped into the conversation and said  “ww1 ww2″ then left and he goes “Yes I like Nazis.” So I ask “You like the history involved then?” and hereplies “Oh, yes.” So I let the subject drop. Then recently we bought a set of badminton rackets and birdies, and the next time we played I picked up the birdie and it had, written on the tip, “Champ” which he sometimes labels his stuff with, and then a swastika. I just kinda stared for a second, then went back to playing. Then I think he liked a girl, and in return for her gving our family he askedif giving her a necklace would be appropriate. I said sure, then he showed me the neclace. I thought it was kinda cool, like a black templar cross, until he explained that necklaces like that were worn by high german generals in WW2, and he had saved up and bought it a while ago. 0.o I know he loves history and finds it fascinating, but this is a little weird.

I’m sorry I haven’t posted many pictures, but I’m having camera connection issues.

Leone, you said sicker, are you not feeling well?

LALALALALALA!
Gravitation?
AAAAHHHH! Smurfs, teletubies, the hamburglar and those little gnomes with the cymbols that waddle and clap.EVIL!!! HI!!
(We are experiencing technical difficulties)
“Noodles? Forget it. Try my fist!”-Subtitle from Hong Kong action movie
FEAR THE FLUFF!
Toodles!
Sumimasen
Good Marnie!
DARN YOU BALTHAZAR!
*Wiggles fist
*Bows

I always have this huge list of things I want to post that flies right out of my head as soon as I sit down. It’s distinctly frusterpating.

Chemical bomb Chemical bomb

I Donny Darko and Nietsche.

If there’s three things I want from home it’s chocolate, robin’s cookies, and books, my goodness I miss them. I miss you peoples!
 

I actually am. Even though there are other exchage students here, none of them seriously studied english before, so I can’t really hold any upbeat, interesting or meaningful conversations with them. every email and comment is an utter delight, Both because it’s from home, from you, and because of the sense of communication which is so lacking here.

Not long after I posted last the teacher went and showed me the picture of the suit again and said “We dress you up, but only with jewlery, no clothes.” I stared for a while and said “Shorts?” Whe jst kinda smiled and then started talking about the issue of partners, who I would walk with for the opening cermonies. ??? I’m a bit worried.

I’ve determined to stay in shape. As I think I said my host mother like to feed me at least four full meals a day, so I think it’s inevitable that I put on weight. However I was hoping it would rather be muscle than fat, so I am doing aerobics and badminton and soccer with friends, plus in the morning and evening I do 70 sit ups, 20 push ups and 50 squats and I plan to increase those numbers by five every three times or so. Maybe not the pushups though, I’m a big sissy. Does that sound legitimate? I read through weight training class after the infamous “Protagonist and Antagonist muscles” comment. Grrrr. *Flexes non-existant muscles*

Did I mention Ovaltine? It’s so popular here! I have it every morning with breakfast, the chocolate stuff and te my host mother adds a whole lot of sugar. It’s actually not that bad. Oh, I’ve had to reasses my list of foodgroups here, it’s now rice, hottest, sweet sweeter and thaisweet. Sweetest just didn’t cut it so I used the only thing I could think of.

I swear someone just sneezed and then dissapeared through a wall, it was really wiggy. There were three people in the room, out of the corner of my eye I saw one walk up the the wall, double over and I heard a sneeze sound. So I look up. Suddenly there are only three people in the room! Aaahhh! I’m having harry potter flashbacks. (two up, three over, sneeze loudly?).

I hate Song Taus. They are these mini bus things that they weld onto pickups, in the giant trunk space thing. The trouble is I tak about a half an hour song tau from school and the ceilling is about eight inches too low, which means, even bent over, my head is amoungst the bars and lights and metal pokeythings on the roof as we bounce and swerve along the highway. Owww! Plus they fit so many people in there! I’ve been on one with twenty five and I’ve definitely seen ones more packed.

I have to go to thai now (with the french teacher) but I may get out of english and post again then. (this is a pen. a what? a pen. Ooooh, a pen.)

Evan

Look to the left on the sidebar under pages. Click the second one.

     I found Myspace. It is quiet and peaceful, far from the hustle and bustle of 1200 students, from cars, and, suprisingly, from the sounds of animals. The only noise comes from the bells of the cattle, plodding alongside the silent river I gaze upon through the reeds. Far from the welders, the cooks and the bands, far from the burnt garbage and the broken powercord, stripped and retied, insulated by plastic grocery bags.
    In Myspace it is peaceful. In Myspace it is quiet. In Myspace I am alone.

    As I just related, my school is huge (and only 50 teachers), and it is soo nice to get away sometimes. Plus al,most anywhere you go if there aren’t cars, there are millions of insects and animals screeching, sometimes enough to drive out any sounds of traffic, but for some reason, the animals there are silent. It’s over a little embankment, and there’s some little flows of the ground to sit on. Then there’s about three feet of reeds growing out of the water before a small river/stream, which almost doesn’t look like it’s moving. Plus the cow bells sound astonishingly like wind chimes, so I’m happy.

    I had the most wigged out dream last night. I had come home for a few days on vacation and I really wanted to play AOE with Charla, but I needed a ride because I was in Nelson with Mom. Eventually I got out there and there was pepsi and champagne and general rejoicing, then an all nighter of AOE, pluss grooming Jessie and Ellie for the dog race tommorrow. We headed into Salmo/StarsHollow in the morning and met up with Rory and headed to the park where the racing was going to start. On the way we ran into Kirk (from GG), who also had a thin well groomed Golden Retriever, which was very cute. However Jessie had been the champion last year and over the winter she had gotten kinda fat so we were all worried and defensive arguing with kirk about which dog was the best. In the argument, Ellie and the other dogs leashes got tangle and they ran off, with Charla and Kirk chasing after them, leaving me to go up to the starting line and the count down started, once I got my balloon. Unfotunately I uncovered the hole in the balloon to soon, so by the time the race started and I could let go, it was mostly deflated and didn’t fly far so Jessie only ran a short way slowly, as opposed to to the others whos balloons were full and flew far. So Jessie Didn’t win, but nither did Kirk’s dog. I thought the game was unfair because the people on the left had thrown cards, which wen farther and they won. We met up with Rory (GG again) and wandered around the Canada festival in Salmo from two years ago. After a while we returned to Rory’s house and sat on a swing with Kirk and watched the fireworks. We is Charla, Rory, and I, sorry. The other part I fashed back and forth to throughout, but telling it this way is easier to understand. In the meantime, from the start, the USS Voyager was travelling around with Janeway, the crew, Lorelai (GG) and Emily(GG). Janeway kept calling briefings, but no the only people there were Tom, Data (how he got on voyager I don’t know), Tuvok, Lorelai and Emily. Emily was annoyed with Lorelai so she was weaing that house robe thing that she wears in all the episodes where she was depressd and drunk, and all she woud ever do was but he feet on the briefing table and order more martinis, no matter what Janeway told her to do. Plus at each meeting it urned out nothing had been done by anyone else either because she gave them all tehir least favorite asignments (can’t remember tom of Tuvoks). Data had been told to talk to captain kirk, but he kept refusing because Kirk was so “Illogical.” Lorelai just sat around ranting and stressing because Emily had commented on how if she (Emily) was such a bad mother, what about Lorelai, who left Rory alone on earth. Eventually Janeway was convinced to turn back, and it ended with voyager orbitting earth and watching the same fireworks as us from space. Then I woke up. At four in the morning.

   Is that not the most wigged out dream? Sorry about the incoherency and sloppy writing, you know how it is remembering a dream.

Once again I have to go to french class. TTYL

ฎอิวัฒม  (I think that’s Apiwat)

   This post is going to be happy, I promise, I’ll start to revealt he proverbial pink bunnies of thailand. ๆไพ่วสวงยฟงหวสด่สดเปผมใดใ There are forty four consonants here, and seven of them make the K or Kh sound… ? Plus 32 vowel sounds. Darn it. Mai mai mai mai mai. Kai kai kai kai kai. Both are legitimate and grammatically correct sentances.

    So, there are three other exchange students in Mahasarakham, Henrietta, Alice and V. Henrietta is an extremely enthusiastic girl from germany. she’s very cool and seems to be setting up all sorts of regular social events for the group of us. There is aerobics in the park each night (picture 200 people all dancing with the exact same movements at the exact same time to aqua’s Dr.Jones, seriously creepy), and it looks like we’ll go sometimes and do a bit or play badminton. Plus we’ve found a pool in  town and everybody misses swimming. you don’t  go near most of the water here. Alice is in my school and from sweeden, so she speeks fluent German and French, as well as pretty good english, so thats nice. I have almost all my classes with her, so we chat a lot. V is very cool, he’s the most laid bac guy I’ve ever met. Seriously, I think the school could be on fire and he’d still be cool as a cucumber. Aparently he’s also the party guy, and he’s an oldie so he knows all the places, things to do, and the language.All three of them are pretty awsome, but still ther’s no way they can replace you guys from home.

    Imagine, thousands of them, some grabbing at food, playing with the children, gazing in wonder at the strangers, occaisionally copulating and all naked. Any guesses what I’m talking about? Monkeys. we went to a monkey park the other day and they were so cute and smart and almost human, if a bit scary.

I have twenty thin pieces of rope/twine tied around my wrist. I’m not entirely sure why, but it looks darn wierd and I picked up I’m not supposed to take them off for three days. I think there supposed to be magic, I don’t know how, but at the welcoming thing, each person tied one around my wrist and some mumbeled in englsh things like “good luck” or “Good health.” the rest mumbled in thai.

I think I should explain the girly men comment, I never really did, and I can’t post pictures for a while. see, in thailand it is rather commen for men to dress as girls, realisticly, and as a lifestyle. Not just as a party trick, and not just wearing a dress, you actually can’t tell half the time, plus they do it every day of their lives. My french teahcer is biologically male, but I can’t help thin of her (as they prefer to be called) as a woman beacause honestly ou can’t tell. V didn’t figure it out until somebody explained four months in. they’re astonishigly common, I rode on a song tau the other day, as per usual, and two out of the six on therewere cross dressing. I know ‘girlymen’ may seem offensive, but apperently the thai word, directly translated, means exactly that, and I can’t find a good alternative.

Everyone here has a nickname, which they go by. Aperantly even thai people have troube rremembering each other’s names, so you can know someone for years and never know their real first name. I’m sitting by the teacher list for this department (whichever it is) and the names are Aj (Mr/Mrs) Simon, Tuck, Nui, Nont, Abb, Jim, John, Toei, Waat, Aeh, and Nu’Mam. I have no idea what their real names are but some of the people in my classes are Gift, Fang, Eye, Cap, and Jei. Only one of all those names is of a non Thai.

Trips in the near future: I think I’ll be living in Bangkok for a monh in october, We’re climing the highest mountain in Isan (the East area) and have been told to dress very warm because the temperature could drop as low as 10c OMG! My councilor said maybe I could visit Gerard in Vietnam at the very end of my trip and its fine if he comes here whenever. Here’s the kicker, my host mom might be going to China, and she asked if I would like to go as well, how cool would that be? I could visit Niko! Plus plane tickets are ridiculously cheap here, I don’t know why, but a flight from here to bangkok is 2000 baht, abut 60 dollars, thats it. w00t!

I have to go to french now so I’ll talk later. Bye!

Evan

MY host brother said I could use the computer, so I sat down. and di nothing because for the next twenty minutes he moved from one side to the other as he used the mouse and keyboard to surf the web, talk to friends and sing along to internet radio, including all the commecials. I leave, despite his “no no I finished!” and come back ten minutes later to “i’m done” and then another ten minutes of the same thing. Then he leaves, turnnig off the radio and instead putting one song on repeat cranked so he can sing along from the living room! Plus he tells me “just send something when she talks to you” refering to the MSN conversation that’s still going! I wa a little unfair yesterday, he is quite occaisionaly, but it just gets on my nerves and this is my place to rant so I ranted.

I have had some complaints lately that it seems like I’m having a bad time, but let me assure you it is fascinating and I will post more cheerful thoughts from now on.

I currently have twenty one pieces of magic rope tied around my wrist, apperantly some sort of  blessing magic thing that I have to keep for three days.

I’m afraid I have to cut this short as I am going to some sort of monkey place soon.

Never leave a PSP lying around the house, don’t even turn away, cause even if you’re paused in the middle of a game, it will be played badly by certain unamed people.

I heart Donnie Darko, Evangelion, Buffy and GG

Lots of Love!

Evan

P.S. No opinions on the T-shirt? Maybe it wasn’t funny…

My keyboard keeps telling me the battery is dead so if this ends suddenly then just assume it died. 

We just had some sort of rotary meeting/dinner to give information to all the new students and it was definitely interesting. It started off with an hour long presentation where all the students sat up front and the parents behind and then the man talked to the parents for an hour in Thai. They served ovaltine and lime green pastry buns filled with meat. Then we wandered off and had a meeting in English with a scary man named prapart for an hour. Then we had dinner, which was insane hot and all put on a revolving thing in the middle which we could pick off of. All the students sat at one table. Then we’re all asked to stand on the stage at the front, so I assume it’s for some sort of presentation, right? Sort of, turns out they wanted us to do karaoke for the next half hour to bands like Linkin Park and Aqua. Then they make us introduce ourselves, and give us flowers, but it turned out later they hadn’t brought enough flowers to they asked for mine and Henrietta’s back t give to our sponsors. I felt ripped off. This all happened in a hundred year old fancy, ornate hotel. Very cool. I talked to Denae for a while, which was cool, she’s obsessed with Spider, the lead singer from Powerman 5000, and Rob Zombies younger brother. 

The piece of junk machine issue is resolved, I went to return it but they don’t give cash. So I had to exchange it, but the only ones it would make sense to get were much more expensive (why pay more and get something that still doesn’t do what you want) had to empty my bank account to get the CyberDict 10, with touch screen, dozens of different languages it can speak, encyclopedias, games, two SD card slots, a 256 SD card included, music, pictures, yada yada yada. Basically I have enough left to feed me and get me around until I get my allowance (2500 baht (75$) from rotary (sweet)). 

Yesterday I was invited to hang out with V, Alice and LittleBear, Little Bear being the organizer, a Thai girl who speaks English fluently. So we head out, planning to meet V at the mall. Instead, Alice and I are informed that V is not coming and we are meeting two of LittleBear’s friends. One is a quite, short Thai boy, the other needs some explaining. Medium height, Black hair (is there any other colour?) about an inch long that sticks straight out from his head. The ability to bear and vibrate his teeth. Now insert the personality of Twitchy the squirrel from ‘hoodwinked’ on coffee, then make it a robot, then give it ADD. Seriously, it took me about six seconds to reach this summation of him from the instant I saw him (I just had to rewrite him seven times, too tired).So we go to the karaoke booths, where they proceed to belt along to ‘Bad day’ and me and Alice wince at the volume, it’s astonishing, you’re physically pushed into the wall by the bass beat. Eventually we convince them to leave. Then we go to the pizza place and try to order. The waitress asks if we would like something to drink so I point to the aced tea and say to LB, who translates, “Iced Tea” two minutes later, the drink that was beside the iced tea in the book arrives, a kind of Cream/coffee/iced tea mix topped with whipped cream. It’s disgusting. So we try to order pizza. I point to the double cheese and say “small Double Cheese” LB turns to the waitress, talks, then turns to me and says “They don’t make smalls like that, why don’t you go half and half with us?” I agree and ten minutes later a pizza arrives, half theirs and half the pizza in the picture above the double cheese with a cheese crust. And Alice leaves, abandoning me to my cruel fate. It just so happens that the pizza above mine was the one with corn, greenpeppers, onions, mushrooms, chili peppers and something that I still haven’t figured out what it was, other than disgusting. So after we leave and pay, and since Alice has left I have to pay for her, plus one of the friends forgot money. So we go outside and their rides arrive and I tell them to go, pretending I have gotten a hold of my host mother when in truth no one is answering because as I later found out, chem left the cell phone in the car and was using the internet so the home phone didn’t work. So I wander around downtown after dark and eventually hang out near the marketplace. I finally manage to contact home and kun-ma says she will be there in a minute. Twenty minutes later I am still standing at the designated spot as a bunch of young men congregate on their black motorcycles and start smoking. It turns out we have to go back tot he mall again where me deal with the CyberDict, but not before the clerk spends 45 minutes showing me all the features in Thai! I got home and went to bed. 

Did I ever mention how molested I feel here? People (mainly girls are always poking and prodding, as if to see if I’m actually real. But some people go beyond that, like I’ll nod at a woman on the street and as we pass she’ll run her hand down or across my back. Or when dealing with people and they show me around or want me to talk to someone, they’ll guide me by a hand around my waist or by draping off one of my arms. Not just young girls, but like and one from thirteen to 70 (which is just scary). 

The other day I spent a day at my hot-mothers school, and I was told to talk to her classes, so I had to talk for an hour each to four different classes, plus questions, plus signings. Yes signings. “Sign my book, sign my shirt, sign my arm!!!” I signed literally over a hundred books, plus a handful of other objects and body parts. Then for lunch and during class she had students wait on me, bringing Pepsi and food. I felt like I was being some uppity, superior white person, even if it wasn’t my doing and felt rather bad. However I did meet a very nice, if very tiny thirteen year old boy with thousands of questions about Canada, so I passed lunch chatting with him. He is rather hyper active and often is distracted and doesn’t come to class, although he is quite smart. I later found out he was is and orphan as well, having lost both parents to Aids. I felt very bed for him. Doesn’t it sound like a movie?  Brilliant, distracted genius with a tragic past? Sorry. A teacher made me give my phone number to a class at one point (grr) and I’ve been getting calls from Thai schoolgirls who don’t speak English ever since. Plus I swear one of the teachers was flirting with me and it was so creepy (getAWAY!!!), she was doing the whole hand around the waste “This means beautiful in Thai,” “Do you know how to say I love you in Thai,” “Some foreigners are fat, but you have very nice body,” thing and I was ready to scream. She was like, 40! 

Would it be rude to pay someone to be quite? My host brother always shouts, never talks, shouts, or sings very very loudly, I can here from my room no matter what I do. Please be quiet. 

I really need to go to bed now so I’ll leave it at that for now, toodles!