Hrmm hrmm. If the [non-existent] herald trumpets for an update, then an update must
be given. Hopefully my updates won't bore my all-of-six readers. That's all I think I
have now anyway, ever since I plucked my words from chelism.b and settled down here.
I kind of miss my old place. Anyway anyway.

I've been thai-ing/thaying all day, and at present my mind is filled with wua 
[cattle] and raan tat pom.s [barber shops]. Like I told robert once, I might not be
able to carry a decent cnversation in thai, but at the very least I'll be able to
order chicken and cut my hair. haha.
In any case, I went to look at pictures of Home today. I've been trying to convince
myself that I can spend a year away from Home and that I'll be fine being a camp
instructor/trainer in the jungles of singapore again, during the months of the hols
but my heart isn't exactly willing to be persuaded. It wants to go Home.
I contemplate all sorts of things, like writing a letter to dara in thai and I
imagine she'll be so proud of me and maybe robert'll even read my letter out to the
dekdek [children] but really, I shouldn't be doing these things because then I'll
just start crying, like the wuss-girl I am. Somehow, when it comes to den luang
village, I become ridiculously emotional.

I'd like to go Home. sigh okay maybe I shouldn't have started. I seem to get very
one-track when this happens. Let's try random prattle about what the plans are for
the hols. So none of you can complain you don't know where I am. hah.

Two weeks after my final paper, I leave for the phillipines. I will be gone for a
month and a bit. 34 days, to be exact. I expect that month-and-a-bit to pass in a
blur like much of my life does. You know, I'd like to have a record of my life,
because so much that's worth remembering happens. I mean, they aren't all happy,
but they're significant and at the very least I think I can say I lead an eventful
life. :) so yes, for 34 days I'll be travesing around the captial of the
phillipines. They tell me it's bigger than Singapore. whoohoo. heh. I sound like
some... hmm let's not offend any overlysensitive marginalised groups. haha.

Well anyway, if I do come back alive [and I hope I do! Chocolate's too good to miss
for now], that'll be on the 19th of June. School [like, primary to jc] wouldn't
have started yet, so I think within a week -or less, if I can make it- I'll be
donning a certain company's collared-shirt and trekking through mud and grass. Yes,
you disbelieving snort, rachel isn't actually a bimbo you know. I'm not too bad at
the outdoors. -dry laugh.
I really don't get why people keep plastering the label bimbo on me. No, I'm not
offended. I think it's dumb to be offended by labels of that nature; but that's
just untactful me speaking my mind. Like, I think I make sense all the time. Last
night walking back to our room after supper at fong seng I sent becky into
hysterics became I remarked eww look at that laundry outside his door. doesn't he
know it's unhygenic? but in all honestly isn't leaving one's laundry outside one's
door unhygenic? I mean, no one knows what might go in. And, I really don't get
why people like stairs so much. I avoid stairs as much as possible. For one,
they're bad for the knees, and I've got bum knees from netball. They actually hurt
after each handball match, or the [rare] occasions that I run. Secondly, I might
have said it before, that we used to train at ITE clementi and the field wasn't
really a field, it included a hill so when we ran we had to run up 4x4 flight of
stairs. You try sprinting up 4x4 x 15 [to 20] stairs with ankle weights/[+]
medicine balls weighing either 5, 8, or 10 kg week after week.

Don't I always make sense? Honestly?

well okay it's eight twenty now and I suppose I should get back to thai. so hmm
hmm if I do get a school that wants me, then when school reopens I'll be teaching
again. I think I make a pretty good teacher. :) Why doesn't everyone else see that? sigh.

Alright, update over. Hopefully I've been informative enough.