Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Hello Whiskey? It's Me, Ethan

Indifference is the key to survival. I'm fortunate enough to learn this through my last relationship and I will deploy this in my recent break up.

I refuse to hate him. What's the point? Lying cheating bastards don't deserve to be hated or even any feelings felt towards them.

So I turn to my good old friend, Mr Johnnie Walker. He's been around since I learnt how to love.

Anyway guys with looks, money, wit, charisma, they all come and go. What matters is having a fantastic bottle of whiskey near.

Cheers!

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Murder On The Study Table

Losing your mind? Come join the club.

My table is piled with notes and books on Feminism and Post Colonial theories as well as notes on immigrants from Third World Countries. My deadline for my Mobile Worlds: Immigration and Refugees assignment is due on Friday, I have a presentation tomorrow which should be spoken in Malay and the fact that my Post Colonial and Diaspora Literature assignment (worth 40%) is due on Monday doesn't help my sanity one bit. Ass-ignments are piling day by day and the deadline is getting closer by the second.

My brain is about to explode.

Don't kill me.

I'm already dead.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Bangkok Fever

I finally got back home in one piece, missing the crowd and the festiveness of Songkran (the Thai water festival to signify the New Year). I'll be going back again for sure, maybe sometime next year or hopefully sooner than I plan. I had a blast there, spraying water from my water gun at straighties, gay men, lesbos and trannies; trannies are the best to spray water at since they start dancing when you douse them with water. They just love the attention.

I took a couple of photos and will probably upload more since I couldn't bring my non-waterproof camera out during Songkran. Anyway, I was fiddling around with the camera trying to gain some experience in shots and stuff I learnt from my photographer friends. Enjoy.

Me and Miss Pat-McGroin on the bus to the LCCT Airport.

The ceiling of the bus. Looks like a LCD TV eh?

I thought this shot was cool. I didn't want to do the cliche shot of taking pictures out of airplane windows so I took one of the window of the plane.

Experimenting.

We arrived in the hot country of Bangkok and immediately throw ourselves in the comfort of an air-conditioned car.

And I found a stray hair on Tong's shoulder.

The cabs in BKK are a lot happier looking.

The front of the hotel.

Tong in the lobby.

The fountain right outside our hotel.

I made it look hugesque.

My favourite beer - Singha. Alcohol is bloody cheap in Thailand, this cost me only 40 Bhat which is only 4RM.

So after walking around we had to stop for dinner. Where did we go? A place called MK.

Poor stuffed Tong. There was a lot of food.

Some artsy fartsy statue.

Tong, Pat and me in a bar called Bearbie.

And right outside DJ station (a famous gay club) was the road side food stall selling pork everything. Incredibly yummy.

We went to a temple the next day.

This picture I like. It was incredibly serene inside the temple.

Wat Hua Lamphong (I think I spelt it wrong)

The place is breath-taking.

We had to take off our slippers to enter. A sign of respect.

The very next day was Songkran. We had to get some rest before that happens.

Near Alister's place was this Japanese hooker area. I had to take a picture with the Godzilla.

MBK Mall.

The only reliable food to have in BKK is the Pad Thai.

A big faux bowl with steam rising from it.

In the middle of Siam Paragon is this small pond.

It was quite a pleasant surprise.

It looked so good I had to take a few photos of it.

Looks tranquil doesn't it?

The shape of the floors.

There were a lot of artistic furniture in Paragon.

This is hilarious - a white guy falling asleep in a mall.

The internet cafes were something else.

And in front of the internet cafe was this huge thing-a-ma-jig and it flipped every 5 seconds.

To this.

And this.

Siam Paragon is pretty cool.

The fountain outside Siam Paragon.

Pretty much the same. I just needed to get a better angle.

At night, my Thai friend, Jug took me to this place which had the BEST dry Suki I've ever tasted.

And it was located in Chinatown.
This is Jug.

And this is me, waiting for the dry Suki with anticipation.

Later Jug took me around Chinatown to try out different foods. This was one of the spiciest soup I've ever tasted. One whiff of the pepper-filled soup would send you on a trip of Sweatville.

And things must finally come to an end.

Although we couldn't get enough of it.

It was a fantastic trip.