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| there is something about men that bonds them together.
no, not in a homosexual way. but in a pseudo-macrophenomenal-non-homosexual-philadelphian way.
most girls will meet you at burwood and be sorry that they're "10 minutes" late, which actually translates into at least 30.
most guys will pick you up from strathfield, because that's where you live, and then go to burwood together despite the 10 minute detour, which actually translates into 10 minutes.
see the difference?
some call it undying loyalty, others call it a wolf pack- a bond between blood brothers.
i call it friendship.
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| *hi 5*
nb: by "white people" i mean "some (read: most) white people", but the latter is too long to repeat. plus, i'm lazy.
no, i'm not racist. and no, i'm not trying to be racist. i'm merely being an observant realist.
when it comes to sexual morality, white people will have none of it.
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jus kidding. no seriously. psyche. i kid.
sexual immorality is more abundant in our society than silica is in the earth's crust.
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| first. check in. 10 hour flight. phuket. taxi? where you going? patong. smells like ass. pizza co. cocktails. curries. tuk tuk? more curries. lady boys. prostitutes. seedy old men with prostitutes. tuk tuk? massaaaage? second. pineapples. strolls along the beach. dog fights. curry "businessmen". g'day mate, i just want to talk. cocktails on the rooftop pool deck. number 6. wtf is a frog show? light brown long island ice teas. hot looking 6 foot something lady boys. 2 plates of muscles and 2 bowls of cockles (bivalves)... 600 baht. taking a photo with lady boys... 20 baht. getting groped while taking a photo with lady boys... priceless. third. bacon and eggs. pp island. walk through the maze of streets. pp casita. snorkle in the beach. meet cha, the guy who wakes and bakes. pad thai, the restaurant, which only sells different types of pad thai. walk around the island. big smile massage. fourth. more bacon and eggs and pineapples. the seven eleven guy has issues when it comes to selling sim cards to foreigners. just ask brian. lux soft kiss body wash. fifth. nba on star sports. dallas blows it up against phoenix. lunch at thai v curry or something. it has two stores in the proximity of one block. at least they don't make u walk 267.3 metres to get from one to the other, unlike newtown thai. pp sunset tour with cha cha. no monkey island. vivking cave. contains sparrow spit for bird nest soup or something gross that chinese people drink. snorkling with little fishees in ur face. and bigger ones down below. kayaking. maya bay. beach soccer. frisbee. swim. but its nothing like "the beach" anymore. fried rice with sunset. dinner at seafood place where we ordered a clam dish with no clams. sixth. lal v was. find cha, the guy who wakes and bakes, to take us long tail boat riding. monkey beach. coral reef. was beautiful. but our 8 dollar snorkles were not so beautiful. bamboo island. was beautiful. but the weather was not so beautiful. it rained. so we came home. papaya restaurant. where the cat sleeps in the fridge. along with the "fresH" vegetables used for cooking your meals. beautiful. i think everyone got a little bit sick after that meal, but it was worth it. pc. FAGS! gay romeo. no shame. beach party at ibiza bar. pp island flaming limbo champion. in. sane. seventh. catch a boat designed to seat pre-school students to krabi. LA PLAYA. 4 star hotel buffet that sucks balls harder than a goat. or a monkey? eighth. moped. won't you take me to krabi town? no. why not? because there was an accident. there are no accidents (oogway). tuk tuk guy is a dooshnut. 11000. karma's a bitch. way to ruin your thailand experience.
to be continued.
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| it's funny how doing something you want [to] makes you feel good.
last year i went to thailand with a group of 17 christians from my church to go on "missions". on the flight back home, i could not stop thinking about how unfulfilling everything felt. the 3 weeks spent in thailand felt unsatisfying. i was bitter. and i wasn't looking forward to going home.
this year i went to thailand with a group of 6 friends, which then became 8. it was great. it must've been fate. i think i lost some weight. got some bait? i know this rhyme is bad, just don't hate [on me]. we were on a holiday. vacation. on the flight home (which is now), as i write this, i feel good. happy. the 3 weeks spent in thailand felt satisfying. i'm looking foward to going home, but at the same time i'm very glad i went on the trip.
it's funny how [krn aus] christians are so nitpicky about the smallest things. they are so irrational. so blinded by "tradition" or "how things used to be", that they are afraid to try something- ANYTHING- new. different. fresh. like jazzy fizzle.
i mean, check it. tupac is how it used to be done. he was the old school. he was hip hop. and no disrespect to pac, but things are a little different now. the new school does not always come close to the level of the old school, but some of it is fresh. refreshing. and great in its own right. all due respect to pac, of course. this goes to show that things do change, and so they should. there's nothing wrong with change. and it's not always good to be stuck on tradition for no rational reason.
last year i was afraid of change. i was afraid that in the 3 weeks i had been away, things would have changed.
this year, i was not afraid. i was on vacation with my friends. as such, if anything changed, we would witness it together, and grow united as one. soldiers. and for my friends who could not make it, at least i had the chance to keep in touch with them and communicate changes.
tell me. what difference does a little internet make? a phone call here and there? a bit of tv? a little bit of freedom?
i'll tell you. it makes a helluva difference.
and thats just the tip of the ice berg.
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| a few things that girls should not do. just a few...
girls should not wear running/cross trainer shoes with anything other than a tracksuit or other sporting apparel. boys shouldn't do this either.
girls should not wear jeans underneath a dress- no matter how expensive those jeans were. did you forget to take your pants off, or did you forget to change your top?
girls should not wear jeans that are a size too big, because it makes it look like you've pooped your pants.
girls should not walk like they've got a stick stuck up their behind. ie, they're feet should not be shoulder width apart when they walk, but rather they should be close together, even one in front of the other.
girls should not spend copious amounts of time and money on makeup to cake their faces, because most of the time it ends up looking like chalk. plus its really gross when you look at a photo and a girls face is white and her neck/shoulders/arms/everyotherpartofherbody is a different shade of tan. on the other hand, if its done well, its acceptable.
girls should not complain about being fat then ask a boy to buy them icecream.
girls should not tell boys that boys cannot tell them what they can and can't do.
boys, what else should girls not do?
and girls, what should boys not do?
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