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| dessert heaven somewhere in
siam square. |
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| an enormous wok! a
translation device to decode chin's mumbling would have been useful
at this point. but i have no use for such a thing in the future.
none of my friends have problems enunciating their words. |
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| more desserts being sold
at ridiculously low prices. |
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| and more. |
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| random grub served on ridiculously
flimsy plates to be eaten with equally ridiculously flimsy spoons, all while
under the attack of various flies carrying unknown tropical diseases. fun! |
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| i think
wells fargo should follow this
thai bank's lead. perhaps i should send them a url to this picture. hmm . . .
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| chin's pathetic dkny
imitations: okny! i remember one day he marched triumphantly into
the room dumping a huge heap of clothes onto his bed and exclaimed
"they were so cheap!" (or something to that effect). i really wish i
had taken a picture of that. it was the biggest pile of crap i had
ever seen (well, in recent times anyway).
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| so i can't play xjewel!?
you've got to be kidding me!
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| and here we are on koh
samui, a little island south of bangkok where bad "trance" music
abounds and reggae is unusually popular.
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| chin dancing around in
preparation for the full moon party the following day. |
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| the guy behind the woman in the
colorful shirt was flaming and incredibly unhelpful. on check out
day, i caught a glimpse of his neck. it was covered with a huge
assortment of dark purple hickeys! i can't believe he even bothered
to show up to work like that. |
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| the pool. *yawn* |
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| the path to my bungalo which
i stumbled my way across upon returning from the full moon party at 9am.
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| as song would say, "oh-pen
the bah-tuhl". |
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| 22d. the day after the party,
the front desk people complained to me that chin showed up after
checkout and that they had to clean another room because of him.
was i interested in hearing this? nooooo! did i even feign interest
after having been up for over 24 hours, dancing for over 6, and waiting
for over two hours for a late boat while being eaten alive by
ants and mosquitos? hell nooooooo!
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| cheapo pickup trucks converted
into taxis that apply per-passenger, supershuttle inspired charges. these
things are insane! |
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| chin says it's the same way
in phuket. note to self: never go to phuket! |
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| is this obsession with reggae
some island thing? hawaii is the same way. |
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| picture of anne and chin in the deathmobile
taken from the perspective of yours truly riding in the front seat. |
|
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| well it's definitely not the
biggest party in the world. best is also questionable. but overall it was
a good time. |
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| note to travellers: do not
take the no name boat!!! they didn't even bother to show up for the
6am ride back. so we waited around, had more of our flesh eaten by
malaria and dengue fever carrying mosquitos, and finally started
rolling out of the island at 7am! that was torture.
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| another deathmobile. |
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| i wonder if i paid them enough
they would have prepared this eel for me. i like eel! especially electric
eels!! bzzzzzttt!!! |
|
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| the flash pissed this dog off.
i made amends later by feeding him popcorn though, which he rejected.
spoiled thai dogs! |
|
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| heading up to eat at jason
and anne's favorite restaurant on koh samui. hahaha... |
|
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| and here we are. chin-a-rut,
anne and her boyfriend
jason
(they both go to berkeley too),
and me. chin felt left out
because he couldn't play our reindeer games. ah well . . .
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| the food was reasonable.
the larb didn't make my eyes water which was disappointing. hahah... |
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| more of that. |
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| anne and jason. they
like deet a lot. ask them about it sometime . . . |
|
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| the anteater at work. i don't
think i even remember exactly what an anteater looks like. nonetheless,
i think that name fits chin nicely. |
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| the fish looking pretty
before we rip the flesh of his bones and get his skeleton ready to send
off to the thai museum of ichthyology. |
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| i don't paint so i have
no idea how hard this is. i'm easily impressed (and amused) though. |
|
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| and so i was ready to buy
all sorts of things, much to the delight of the sleazy shopowner. question:
what shopowner in thailand isn't sleazy? |
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| like this one for example. |
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| but not this one. |
|
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| i should probably tell
sandy that they serve
tasty thai food here. hahaha... |
|
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| after dinner, we thought it'd
be fun to survey the area and consume various watered-down alchoholic
beverages. and so we did. |
|
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| slide show with cheesy trance
music (do the venga boys count? haha...) in the background. what a mistake
i made. i really should have asked him to play "underground". hahaha.. |
|
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| anne sporting a new look
while jason looks on. |
|
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| all mixed up. oh what
ever happened to poor superstar dj keoki? |
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| the server of bad drinks.
i felt like i was in cancun or something. cancun . . . baaaaaaad
memories. erase!!! i need to pay a visit to un-recall. |
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| inside the sound shack
which played some very good chill music. |
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| the bartender. |
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| different bars offer the same
drinks at different prices. the differences have nothing to do with
quality or competition, though, but rather how much they fill it up. there
was so little liquid in my black russian that the ice cubes weren't
even covered. |
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| right around the
point where chin wandered off. |
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| probably behind these
plants somewhere. |
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| in the meantime, i saw
some tasty popcorn. |
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| which i bought. i thought
it might go well with my drink while watching pirated vcds that
periodically have big notices scroll across the screen
instructing the viewer to contact the mpaa. and say what? "err,
hi mpaa, i have this pirated copy of a movie that's just been
released in the theaters and it's displaying this annoying message
from you guys. could you please tell me how i can get rid of it?
it's really getting in the way of my watching the movie." |
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