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
