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Thailand was crazy! As expected! =P We drunk over 7 bottles of Jonny walker,
8 fried rices, 7 meals under 50 cents each and tons and tons
of water not to mention the amount of black air consumed. ..


As usual we got up to the usual boy antics, ranging from deep meaningful converstations about religion and better-ing ourselves, to stupid *game* talk and even coached thrid formers english!. We Hit four clubs, one shopping centre, two houses and dozens of taxis. Our usual image provailed however the *love us or hate us* reaction was a lot more one sided towards love. :)

These are my brothers. Poh with the suit jacket (mine) and Pyng with the glasses (my teeshirt too). . .


<---- Simple monopoly says *WASSSUP!* note: these are pretty much the only photos we took and they were taken on the day of arrival, after that we walked around with the camera which never managed to make it out of its carry case. Not to fear tho, i will go trigger happy when i return. I`ma see my boys in a couple of months. X

R O C K O N ! !


Got off to a pretty rocky start. Firstly i was forced to run around bangkok airport looking to find the place to pay the departure tax. FYI: normally you pay before you walk into the gate, however the booth was closed and my brothers (being as cool as they are) sent me to different shops (some obviously not selling departure tax, i mean who:s ever heard of a place called *king prawns electricty* selling tax) hmmm so yeah thats my brothers smart plan to get me to miss my plane. Thoughtfully sweet in a manipulative way!. Anywho so i get into the gate at 10.45pm (Plane set to take off at 11.10pm). I look up at the flight schedule and guess which ones saying *final call*? thats right mine! And yo the gate number E8 is far. REALLY FAR!! i`m running!!. And you know whats real funny? when i get to the gate there are heaps of people outside. Then i remembered,. . . Bangkok airport sucks with their signage. Final call just means go to gate. hmmm... so i`m all puffed. Thankfully i got an asile seat (i had forgot to request it again) and yeah. The plane was alrite, there were no small tvs and spent most of the time in the dark surrounded by snoorors (is that even a word?) oh yeah mental note. Seat arrangement ABC DEF HJK.

Part two!. . . the plane arrives early! like 40 mins early. So i`m thinkin this is great, i`ll be able to get out when my plane is suppose to arrive and nami wont have to wait for me. . . how wrong was I?! not that any lines were long, no that wasnt the case. MOre like 1) choosing the wrong line (less people but every person had a problem) 2)getting an absolute freak checkin my passport!! . . .I forgot to bring Nami`s address. . . i know i should know this by now. But i thought that i had her name and cellphone number that i`ll be sweet (i mean i could have just written a hotel name) but i didnt. SO the guy checks my arrival card.. . Questions my lack of information and hmms and arrrrs for a couple of mins before smiling, filling out a form and calling a man over. Thats right, this freak has just cost me 1 hr ! i get escorted into a waitng area and sit. With no idea to the whereabouts of my passport or who`s looking after it, So all of us (potential terrorists) are forced to sit and wait till some worker opens ur passport and matches your face with it. Oh i was also surrounded by 10 indians. I`m not saying anything but it is hot in japan aiite. SO that didnt help much,. WHen i did finally get served i was pretty pissed off about the whole situation, the lady walks up to me, says is "nami kanke your girlfriend?" i said "yeah why?" she just said "ok." gave me my passport and escorted me out again. Brilliant another duty free free day.

Part three, now this parts cool! i`ve been dicked around and running on 2 hrs sleep for 32 hrs. I was suviving on the thought that i was going to see nami very soon. I felt excited, nervious and filled with anticipation. I get out. Doin that frantic look around while trying to stay cool when u come out the gate kinda look (i know you know what i mean!) and theres no sign of her. i thought i must really be tired. I looked aorund and walked up and down the area. Then i realise shes actually not there. So i wait. . . 30 mins go by. . . 1 hr goes by. . . i grabbed some coins tried to use the pay phone and then Nami came creeping up from behind me. She had got the time wrong and didnt realise my plane had arrived early. After all the explanations we ate lunch, took a train to city and then departed ways. She went off to work and i caught the train home. And that leaves me here. . . While hotels are fun its nice to be in a home again. ONly another two hours to go, then we`re off to eat italian. . . Peace out!

and so the BLOG begins. . . . . . . . . . . .