sapaholiday

Early morning,

cocks  are choking (or so i thought) 

and pigs are gettin' it on- uh huh

Charcoals smokin' for warmth.

you bath yourself and 10 minutes later-

you're dirtier as ever 

smellin' like ash-

you wonder why you bother with a COLD shower in the dead of winter anyways,

winter- so cold, the buffaloes fall dead-one by one

Boggled up train schedule's

had us sleeping in front of our hotel for 2 hours-

in the DEAD of winter.

children's footsteps haunts you

as you walk from village to village

pitter pattering around you

chanting 'candy? candy? CANDY!?'

a lil boy sling shots me arm 

and i show him who's boss - 

the 'I will KILL you if you don't start running NOW' stare.

Up a mountain we went,

in search  for gorgeous views and the elusive falls

'How much longer?'

'How much steeper?' 

'Where the hell is FLAT land?'

'Is there going to be a DOWN to this bloody mountain!!??''

'Where are the paths!!?'

'Is that a TWIG as a bridge??'

'I have to go over THAT!?'

'THATs the waterfall!? is that IT?'

*sighs

Made it back alive

Tired and sore

Early morning sitting outside our  hotel 

hotel's not open 24 hrs here- who knew!?

Boy's cold as hell

Me thinking- 'Gosh I need me blusher and chapstick'

Don't wanna look like the bloody walking dead when the porter boy welcomes me into the hotel.

Decides when the hotel opens- I need the world wide web

Concierge puts me behind a desk with a computer

I'mma happy chick

Until a lady walks by and wishes me good morning.

in Vietnamese

Boy walks over- 'I think she thinks you work here'

I stared back incredulously- HUH?

He points at a sign in front of me comp-

'TRAVEL DESK'

ppffft.

differentfaces.differentspaces.

 the bohemian.

 

 the princess.

 the urban chic.

 

 the student.

the lady.

which one's you?

onabetternote.....

    I'm climbing Mount Fanispan this New Years.

    For all those of ya who are not climbing along with me,

   Have a SUPER FLY Holiday.      

                          *roars*  xxx                                 

myhumbleabode.

       its been almost 6 months since i've moved.

to move in with the boy.

                       i miss my own place.

i'm.not.asian.i'm.oriental.

 

'xxx'

sat.ur.day.

                                    at home.

                  bitchin' about my bloody toothache.
                                     to my poor boy.

i'minwonderland.

          

               we fell down a hole.

                           and we do not want to be disturbed.

mondayrocks.

 

finally.

a fashion post.

i die. for these.

happyholidays.

waaaaay back when i was a young 'un

my dad and i would go for walks

somewhere along the way,

I'd press me nose against the windows of this one toy store

and hoped that you would be mine on my next birthday.

or the next

or the next

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or the next

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that was some 20 years ago.

Happy Thanksgiving xx

                                                                                 

                                                                                  
                                                                                        

walkin' on cloud 9.

so i'm home now and as sick as can be. 

completely bed ridden and throwin' up every ounce of food that slides down me throat.

was it all worth it?

a pictures tells a thousand words- dang'- is that how it goes?