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.