Archive for December, 2006
Manamana

Y’know, a lot of the time I love Thailand, but the one time I hate it everyday (except for the days that I don’t) is when I sleep. Or at least try to. The beds (or at least mine) are terrible, hard, lumpy, and have tendancies to sink in odd places. Not to mention the ants. My new bed, since my host mother kicked me from my old room is even more an infested than the last. And despite crushing a few before I lay down, that doesn’t stop them. It’s not like they’re huge, in fact they’re very tiny, if numerous. Neverthe less they manage to bite a lot harder than anything I’ve found in Canada, and I often I won’t even notice them until theyve sunk their teeth in, stinging terribly, and leaving a red welt larger than they are that will last a week. Never mind spider bites. As I rarely see them, I assume most of the bites happen when I’m sleeping, which is not a reasuring thought, and I’m not entirely sure it’s spiders anyways. Just what else whould create a large, sore white lump/bite thing? Do I want to know? Then there’s the sounds. I hate sleeping with my windows open, because it’s so bloody noisey. Packs of wild dogs roam the streets during the day, and sit about and howl at night. Wild cats on the other hand, fight, yowling and screaming  in combat. Somthing is scratching and sinffing about, and I can’ttell if it’s outside or not. It sure sounds close. Lets pretend it’s just outside my window. I really don’t mind the wilderness, but it’s meant to stay in the wild. The little, and not so little lizard/gecko things used to be kinda cute, now that they’re everywhere, they’re not so cute anymore. And the random squeeking sounds by my head, my goodness, when you’re half asleep and exhausted, a sound like a bird chirping loudly about six inches from your ear can wake you up quick. Still don’t know what that is either.

>>>when she took you to the airport and saw a sign that said
>>>”Airport Left” she turned around and went home Man she
>>>STUPID!!!!!!!! Now send this to at least 5 people or you’ll get
>>>bad luck for 7 years!!!!!!!!!!! *! 0-4=Bad luck for 7 years *!
>>>5-9=your crush will start to like you *! 10-14=your crush will ask
>>>you out *! 15-19=you and your crush will makeout all the time *!
>>>21 or more all of the above and you’ll get everything you want in
>>>life

 Did I ever mention how much those things annoy me? Granted there are some imporatnant forwards, some meaningful forwards, and some funny forwards, but somehow juvinile insults and blonde joke that looked like they were edited by a four year old DON’T ENTERTAIN ME! Grrr. How is it that inflicting useless drivel upon fifteen other people will cosmically effect my chances at sloppy makouts? Oh right! The Internet Fairies of course. Well, I don’t believe in fairies gallbladder, and no body clap please… There, let’s see them give me seven years bad luck now, suckers!

Speaking of fairies, I was reading one of my writtings from last night during the deadly tired period, and it’s the most awsome random drivel ever. Sort of. Scheck it out:

Setting: A military nuclear sub, somewhere off the coast of *Deleted by censors*

Private Parts: And here’s little Lucy at the park…

Lieutenant Rightlodger: Does this look like a face that cares?

P. Parts: Well… I’m not sure.

Lt. Rightlodger: So be quiet.

PP: But I said I wasn’t sure!

Lt. R: Well I pretty well just told you didn’t I?

PP: No you just told me what you thought, not what you looked like.

Lt. R: But my face, being an extension of myself, obviously hold the same opinion by default.

PP: Granted, but not the point at hand, as we are infact dealing with appearances. Given the complexity of communication, your face is liable to be deceptive of it’s true opinion, and the likelyness of confusion rises as I have to make an interpretation based on past, unrelated circumstances. You face may in fact say something completely contrary. Now look at the darn picture!

Brigadeer General Link: Umm, not to interupt, but who’s driving?

Lt. R: I’d hate to say oops, given it’s undoubtably the last thing you want to ever want to hear in a military operation, nevermind in a nuclear submarine deep in enemy territory, but never the less. Ooops.

Navi: Hey! Listen! Hey! Listen!

BG. Link: D**n you Navi! Darn you all to heck! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!

                                        - Finis -

 

And that’s that. It was really funny last night, really. Especially the navi bit, which only gamers will get, probably. It’s not quite as funny now, but last night, the mere concept of people standing around debating whether their face was saying the same thing seemed bloody hlarious. That’s what you get for spending too much time on AOE mapmaker.

Actually it’s pretty fun. I had just finished the Attila the Hun campaign, so I headed over, started with a completely blank map and created a beautiful landscape, every golmine, deer, tree and hillock handplaced by yours truly. I hope I can bring all my maps home. They’re pretty fun.

I think a couple of thanks and responses are in order before I wrap this up. Firstly BIG thanks to Charla, for THREE recent posts, all of which I was delighted to read. I miss AOE with you too! Darg! Secondly thanks to all that posted! Yay! The Pings of love return! Leone, in response to your question, no I haven’t got an email, should I? Mim, in response to your question, of course I don’t mind sharing my room(footnote 1)(footnote 2)(footnote 3).

TOODLEA!

EVA!

 

I Got Hit!

Thirty one times to be exact, at last count. Granted, 5 of those times I just hit myself, but I’m getting hits nonoe the less. As in people go to my webpage, silly. Its very exciting, in a people-recognize-that-I-exist kinda way.

I’m reading Vampirates! at Jen’s recommendation, despite having run across it and avoided it previously, based on the fact that it was about Vampire Pirates, but now I know it’s about Canadian Vampire pirates, so it’s all good. Plus it’s excellent and cute. I heart it.

I’ve got some new books! Yay! It’s great to just go around everywhere reading again, like back in Canada, I miss that so much.

My host brother keeps bothering me t get off the computer so he can shoot things, but I have my rights. I’m staying, at least for a little while. Grrr. At least until I finish my cold boiled rice with ginger, one of the true delicacies I subjected to over here. Yay.

Sorry about all the short quips, I really don’t have much to say at this point, but I want to post anyways. Any Idea how to get a hold of Flash animator? I’m gonna a give it a try, it’s something to do, y’know.

Maybe today, I’ll get ice cream. I like icecream. Or I could go to an internet cafe, as much time as I want there.

And so I return, six hours later, after my host brother told m host mother he needed to do some work (only five minutes after he asked me how long I’d be on there for) so she kicked me off, and guess what the work was? I guessed right abovve, six hours of shooting things, plus reading one piece for a short while. Grr. arrrfgh.

Have I mentioned how much fun kingdom of loathing is? It’s awsome. As in totally. But yeah, one more delightful week of school, then a ten day, 2000 km tour of northern Thailand. So I’ll try to get in a few more postings, maybe write a Christmas one before hand and hit an internet cafe to post on Christmas day, but other than that, I’ll be even more incommunicado than usual. Sorry about that.

I need to phone Lilawadee’s mom and tell her I’m goign tommorow. sigh. That and I wan’t to call someone Bobobeebee or maybe Beebeebobo, I can’t remember, but it’s one of the Thai words for CARZY! I mean CRAZY!

LOL Toofels

Vean

Htis si Nuff!!!

Music + Science = Sexy

I’ve decided what I’d really like to study, practically just as a hoby though, is the application of math in music. I figure music s inact incredibly mathematical, the coordination and blending of waves to create a pleasing pattern. But what makes a pattern pleasing? I figure the brain, essentially being a series of on and off switches at a deep enough level, responds to reciprocating patterns, or patterns it recognizes instinctually or something. Shoot, this all made a lot more sense at one o’clock in the morning. But yeah, y’know sometimes there’s music you like and mood msic, but every so often there’s just some song that you can listen to anytime, anywhere? I wonder if maybe that’s because it’s in tune with the natural patterns of your brain. Perhaps it mimics the patterns of the wiring its self, or perhaps it’s just the right thing, I dunno, it really did make sense this morning, before I started writing. I just thought how cool it would be to make a song that reciprcated perfectly with the ideal waves for a persons brain, or everyones brain. Or the perfect mood music. Or mood making music. Like pavlovean responses when you get accustomed to something and it generates a set response, except preprogrammed into your system, rather than having to create the pathway, find one that’s already there and use it. Everyone gets sad, so find exactly the right thingto follow that path, instead of making some poor dog drool on people. But yeah, I want to grab some of my favorite songs or maybe mood music and graph the different frequecies, then slide them against them eachother, stretch for tempo, see if there’s aything there, and when I find there isn’t because it’s much more complicated, get bored and go back to fiddling with school computers.

Some shout outs that need to be said.  Firstly, shouting out to Leone, who somehow read my entire, ridiculously long, pointless rant of yesterday before I left school AND COMMENTED! I love comments! Yay! They’re like little pings of love from the Canada server. Plus I don’t have a hits counter (going to try in a minute) so it’s the only way to know if my words reach the world. So worship Leone! Secondly, worship Charla! She has diligently updated photos reguarly, and been very helpful with everything in this endeavor, I love the pictures and all this wouldn’t exist without her, so anybody who does read should thank her. Thirdly to Jen who got up so early as noon to answer the phone so I could whine to her. Thankyou muchly. Lastly for today, Olivia! I just refound all the music I got from you (I misslabled it) and it’s such good music and brings back memories and I’m just all like “Oohhh, I miss Olivia *pout*” Which was sad but fun. Sorry if this sounds pretentious, but I just really think people should know who I owe a lot to.

Should I try to be interesting here? I don’t know. Most times I just rant or tell what happened, but should I give more of my opinions on things? Some feedback on that would be helpful, I have no idea how boring I am.

I’ve been wondering, are the borg sexy or corrupt to computers, it’s like they are cyborgs and all, which is like robots, but they’re also part human, which is not computery. I dunno. Is modding like plastic surgery. “Ooh, look at those glowing heatsinks dude.” “Nah, they’re fake, she just had them done.” maybe th new Ferrari and Lamborghini models are like super models! Little Dell media PC’s sit at home browsing the online catalouge late at night. Power PC’s pick on the lesser basic desktop models by launching massive paet that they can’t handle. Office models trade data packets with the young laptops when the server isn’t looking. Some get firewalled, and their dataports smart for days. Gangs of underpowered preassembled rove the net, getting drunk off running HalfLife 2 on a 1Ghz processor, then pinging shady servers and picking fights with the Apple Mafia. Occaisionaly they catch a stray Mini and trash it’s drivers. In the mornings their owners cradle them as they spew their RAM into the toilet. MacPro hitmen hunt the Acer clans, a series of tribes of deadly but sexy Laptops and PC’s set to seduce and manipulate the poor Homebrew computers to their will. And everybody pics on HPs. “Mod me baby. Mod me all night long.”

I think pinging is dirty.

Somtime I want to remove all my RAM from my computer when I get annoyed with it, just to torment it. It’ll be all “Nurr, I can’t open notepan, nurr,” if it tries any funny buisiness.

 

Was that too weird? eh.

I like that. eh.

I’m going to finish now because I want to cekc about a hit counter and wht else I can do with this site. Maybe break something.

/post

/evan

What a trip

I’m still so sleepy. Grr. the last five days have been exhausting, and the thought of doing twice that just two weeks from now is truly worrying. I’m hungry. And I hate leeches. Really hate leeches. So to recap. I have just gone on a week long hiking thing, returned home, left to Khon Kaen for three days, returned home, organizeed my music and I’m at school now, bored and actually waiting for the next trip to start. It’s weird,  but sometimes it really is too lonely here and I really wish for some sompany and something to do. Meh, I’ll survive. “My hope is that my girlfriend wont dump because of this game, but hey, priorities right?” I love gamers. Speaking of which, may I take a slight pause before the storm. I’d just like to comment on one of the largest legal monetary crimes of recent times (contradictory, no?). Does anyone know EVE? It’s a huge space based online game of mining and clans and politics and pirating and warfare. Since like most MMOs items and currency are actually worth real money, pirating can actually be literally profitable. Usually it’s just a chosen proffesion of some gamers to up their clan status or buy a bigger ship of for kicks or something, but recently a smal orginization assasinated the CEO of a major corporation, looting his office and stealing good worth $16,500 american in goods. Since it’s in game, it’s all technically legal, except with in game police, who will track and in theory “arrest” the characters, but nothing bad with the people. Weird no?

So yeah, I just climbed the mountain of Phukradung, picked out some swag, got exhausted came home. Here’s my itinerary. The first fay I left home I headed to Khon Kaen, where I watched a large parade, as it was some sort of massive Chinese festival holiday thing. I got hit by some shrapnel from one of the thousands of firecrackers poppers and fireworks. They had these massive cool giant dragon things being carried by a whole bunch of people. I think they were obviously these things of wisdom and respect, but they were always led by these people I kinda assumed to be dragon tamers carrying these shiney gold and silver balls on sticks which they would wave around to let the dragon duck and bob in following. Point being is I had this massive feeling of See Before You, a Practical God, Great and Powerful, full of Wisdom and Knowledge, that is Nevertheless Obsessed with Shiney Things! I chuckled for a while. Having travelled there with Henriette, I stayed with Moritz a very nice and entertaining German guy with perfect teeth. There was also Jamie, the singing Canadian guy from Ontario, Jade, the south africen oldie, Jeff, also from Ontario, Madie, I think from Ontario, and Lindsay, from ______. I have no bloody idea, sorry. But yeah, all and all a cool group of people and after the parade we all hung out at Fairy Plaza, the big Khon Kaen mall, which is not nearly as confusing as the pride of Mahasarakham, Serm Thai Plaza. we have the most confusing mal in the world. It’s mainly divided into three sublevels for each floor, each slightly offset, one in the centre and one to ither side, except some arent connected to the others on their “Floor” eg. Sublevel ‘3a’ is not connected to ‘3b’ or ‘3c,’ rather it has a randomly placed escalator that leads down to ‘1c’ or stairs up to ‘4b’ I’m lettering levels from left to right and not including the ground floors, because there’s seven of them, and one you can only get to by a an opening at the back of the thrid ground floor level (cellphones) or  little 3 foot opening you can crawl through on the fourth ground floor level. Yes a mall entrance door thing is only three feet high, I don’t know why. I just recently discovered an new entrance to the mall in the back of a clothing store by the parking lot a little way off that leads to a long, narrow, downwards sloping corridor that opens into some weird section I had never seen before (now dubbed ground floor sublevel seven) which came out by the stairs up to ground level subsection 2. I still get lost on a regular basis in there, and almost inevitably, get stuck on one of the lingerie levels with no idea where to go. It’s weird.

Sorry about that deviation, but it was fun. So yeah, the next day we hopped in a van and drove to the foot of Phukradung. We hung out there, ate a huge buffet thing, sang ridiculous amounts of kareoke, and talked. For a long wile Sam, a fellow Canadian (dunno where from, probably Ontario), and I sat in a hamoc and talked with each other and Jono, who claimed the other seat. Sam is very cool, pictures to be posted, she plays the cello, loves classical and indie music, as well as a variety of others, and is very entertaining. Jono is a funny south african oldie who has a thing for my zippos and is the good kid of the oldies, no drinking, smoking etc, which seems to be rare amoung exchange students. Not that they’re bad students, they just have a slightly different lifestyle from mine, which sometimes places me in the role of chaperone. Not that I’m really complaining, I enjoy the time I spend with them, they’re all delightful (almost all) and I find my niche fairly well, I think. But yeah, we chatted till a bit before midnight, before we went our seprate ways, them off to hang with a group, while I headed out with Heidi, another random cool person to chat with. I got to bed pretty late, crashed, and was up bright and early to shower and head out in the morning after a steaming cup of Milo - the nestle ovaltine. And up the mountain we went. And up. And up. Did I mention up? There was a vertical component by the way. Really, it wasn’t a long hike, but it was HARD. Maybe I’m really out of shape, having put on some weight recently (I’m not fat yet but not so skinny), It was only a few kilometres hike, but 1300 metres vertical, and most in one section, so it was intense angles, sometimes clambering over rocks. There were these three staircases in succession that on the way down I noticed that in the posture I sat in to balance I couldn’t see the next stair without leaning forward dangerously. It was cool, but exhausting. I walked most of it with JD, the guy from Quebec who speaks basic english and Moritz, the german who speaks basic english. It was cool. Then there was this nice little 3k stroll along the plateau at the end, which was nice and relaxing. We were the second group to get there and won scarfs for it (because it’s so cold?). Rotary later threw mine out because… um. But I bought a similar one because I liked it. We stayed up until about 3 that night, talking playing games, avoiding leeches. Relly no one slept much that trip because of the leeches. they were everywhere, in some of the beds, clothes left lying around, and certainly on people. It wasn’t much of an issue at all really during the day, but at night, as it cooled off and the dew moistened the grass, you could shine a flashlight on the ground and spot them crawling (slither, whatever word constitutes end over end movement) about. I was one of I think maybe two people who didn’t get bitten out of the fourty five as I wore socks, closed shoes, jeans, etc the whole time. I certainly got them on me though, I just got them of in time due to diligence and paranoia. Some others fared much worse, getting bitten multiple times each night. Someone tried to tell me that they weren’t actually leeches but worms that just happened to look like leeches and suck blood. I dunno, I’m no biologist (aka technically I may be wrong) but I call bloodsucking worms leeches. Misquitos weren’t too bad, and ants were almost non existant, so as a whole I was actually pretty happy about it all.

The food was good, Mostly Here’s a barbeque of sorts, here’s some other stuff. Cook. For dinner, but breakfast and lunch we just had pre payed Resturants/cafe things, not like in canada, but kinda a combo of a corner store and eat-standing take-out it was good though, especially with unlimited free food and drinks. I went through a lot of pepsi, and a lot of kit kats because, hey they’re there, they’re free and they’re bloody expensive anywhere else. Yum. I love cow phat klai (basically chicken fried rice) but thai style. I ate that alot, despite the oilyness. The second day ontop of the mountain we did a twenty kilometre hike around the edge of th plateau looking at all the cliffs (pics to be posted because it’s pretty). It was nice, but tireing. I spent most of the time talking to either some random australian rotary dude tagging along, or Sam, see above. It was fun, some good conversation, some amazing cliffs, nice pictures, the usual scenic tour. I headed home to find someone had busted my deodorant spraying it everywhere to cover some sort of smell in out shared cabin. Thanks dude. Speaking of hygene, you would not BELIEVE the showers here. I’ve become a bit of a fan of cold showers, or at least cool ones since I got here, it’s refreshing, and sometimes it’s just so hot and muggy you don’t want a hot shower. But even than it’s only really cool, I don’t think anyone really voluntarily has a genuinely cold shower. These were cold. You would be a lot warmer rubbing a big block of ice over yourself because at least ice heats up but this is fast running FREEZING water. It’s pumped straight from a mountain spring and was sooooooo cold you would not believe. It wasn’t refreshing, it was painful. You know that sharp ache pain thing you get from keeping your hands in snow too long? Inagine that everywhere. I got in the shower the first time just before some thai guys claimed the adjascent stalls, and there was literal screaming. I would have laughed if I hadn’t been gasping for breath. Plus you don’t have a shower when the sun’s down, either early morning or night, because then you can’t watch for the leeches in the shower stalls. Euuch. Once again that night I got to bed around three after the usual festivities.

The next day we went about touring the waterfalls. I had fun wandering off on my own, listening to the elephants trumpeting in the distance, and seeing the monkeys play in the trees. It was fun. Stupid giggling girls in the background. We were warned not to chalenge the wild elephants as some one got trampled here last year. How do you chalenge and elephant anyway? Stick out your ears. Trumpet at it? I was more worried about the wild boars anyway, I never saw them but they sounded HUGE! Plus the random howling circling around you at night was kinda creepy. No idea what that was. Meh. It was pretty, Swimming people were funny, I twisted my ankle in the bizarre hole in the rock by a waterfall, just kind a 35cm diametre 80cm deep hole in the rock that I managed to fall into. Ow, ankle was swollen for the next four days or so.It was cool. Didn’t get to bed till 4 that night. Woke up the next morning, ate, headed down the mountain. I spent most of the time chatting with Nicole and Maddie, Nicole being this very active small oldie from south africa, one of those people you just feel that they have a bit toom much energy or personality to fit inside their bodies. Maddie is a relatively quite girl who suits her name, I always think of her as a Maddie as opposed something else, which I do to many people. It was cool, and relaxing. We had a big brunch at the bottom of the mountain, then headed home. I hung about for a while then headed home, showered etc posted the last post and fell into bed. Next morning I headed out to Khon Kaen. Why? Because I am an idiot.

Not to say it wasn’t fun, I was just already tired and voila, I’m up until 4 that night. I was traveling with Jade, Nicole, and Ian, a guy from Ontario who’s certainly interesting. He’s very nice and charming, I quite like him, and he’s got this weird vaguely cute thing goign that contrasts with most of his personality. He’s just not who I would interact with at home, though he’s very nice. Meh. Three nights, not one night have I been to bed before 4 am. I get home yesterday afternoon, organize my music collection, celebrate father’s day/the kings birthday with my host brother and father, possibly the most important day in thailand because everybody loves/worships the king as a god/savior/father. NEVER say anything bad about him within hearing. Not if you want to ever have any friends. For some bizarre reason I wasn’t able to sleep last night and didn’t fall asleep until like four, in time to get up at six. Arrggh! Teh sleep madness grasps at us. Not really, I’m perfectly awake right now, but it’s annoying to lie around for so long. I think it’s mostly because I just got kicked from my room because my hostmother has a backache and wants my bed so I’m now on another ant infested, unpleasantly squisky bed, in a room with no fan and no aircon. Hot and uncomfey does not make for good sleepys.

A few other things I’m going to comment on. First off all the answer to congestion! these wonderful things all the thai kids walk around with up their noses and Ian finally convinced me to get one. Its a tube. There is a connector piece in the middle which comeis in different colours for accesorization (I got mine in hot pink). ONe end is a lid whic covers this tube thing han you breath in from like some sort of smelling salts that clears you up and the other is a little container you detatch and put come liquid from it on you fingers to put beneath your nose so you continue to breathe it in for a while. It sounds odd but it’s very useful and everybodies doing it. Also my music tastes are changing and expanding as I spend a lot of time listening to music in my vast amounts of free time. A few current favorites: 1985 by Bowling for Soup, Bittersweet Symphony by ______ (someone fill in that blank), and Welcome to the Black Parade by ______ (help again, I know it, I just can’t remember now, but their new album is good). Also enjoying Powerman 5000 for some good thrasher music, anything I can get my hands on of Postal Service, Such Great Heights and The Decemberists.

Lots of love from Thailand.

 

Evan