Thursday, December 18, 2008

chiang mai part 2! yay!

Okay, I know. Finally it's done in one huge goddamn post. These are the rest of the photos from Chiangmai, again quite summarised. I might upload more on Facebook, I might not. Anyway, from what I can remember - our first day at the Resort had us trooping down a mountain that had spectacular view that was in part 1, so this is just a continuation of that.


Golden buddha right at the top of the mountain! It was damn beautiful.


Mountains and a pagoda on the same ridge, as the sun sets.


Long roller coaster-like walk down. Seriously.


At the pick up point. I thought the walk was never gonna end.


Temple facing the river. Was getting pretty dark by this time.

Next day we headed to the school, most of the photos were with students so here's... two. The school i'd think is pretty well off, despite it being in 'no man's land' (area between Myanmar and Thailand, and the people that occupy this area are called Shans). On average they get 4 schools a month painting, donating and teaching if i'm not wrong.

I was very disappointed with the level of interaction between the students and the kids. Took a lot of direction from me, even though it wasn't really my job to do that. I figured i'd help out anyway.


I think they were copying lyrics for Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.


One of the students leading a class.

Next morning the group was split in two - one would head to the river, the other would head to an orange plantation, an agroforest and rice harvesting. There were only 3 teachers, so I let them assign themselves and join whoever was alone. I thought the next day i'd be going to the river cos we'd be switching BUT NOOO!


The view at breakfast.


Thanaton Orange Plantation uh.. Boat.


Driving past row after row of orange trees.


And then some.


Orange trees grow on slopes, so we headed up the slope to the highest point of the plantation for a spectacular view.


Cos these shoes have been everywhere.

Next up... the agroforest. It's basically a forest put together from scratch cos previously the land was very badly utilized. So people came in and planted all sorts of proper foresty plants to restore it back to what it was many moons ago.


Bryan (one of the owners of the resort) took us through the forest.


I thought this was interesting to shoot - bamboo harvesting.


Chopping away all the little branches for one smooth bamboo pole.


My favourite stop along the agroforest - the pigsty! Cos they were really cute. And they didn't smell at all. This sty used the 'Korean method' if i'm not wrong, using grain husks as bedding as it absorbs the pee and poop and smell very effectively and is much cleaner and healthier for the piggies.


Damnnn cute. Their faces are full of expression, like people, I swear.


Emo-looking black pig.


They get really excited when people come to visit too.

This particular pig had a world of personality. I wanted to take it home.





Huge-ass lactating momma pig.

Went back for lunch, and prepped for rice harvesting after. Our translator and guide, Q (for short, it's a nickname), had already bought the sickles and gloves. There weren't any song taews at the resort carpark but there was this...


Huge refugee truck used to transport.. refugees.


Just had to.


Freshly harvested rice.

The next day was the 2nd and last day at the school. Turns out they were having sports day! So it was a huge celebration with everyone dressing up. The school even has a marching band, although small.


All the various house colours assembled.


School principal and the admins.




This kid wanted to show me a little attitude.


Until his friend told him to smile. Pretty evil-looking though. Haha.

Adorable cheerleaders, dancing to the Thai version of a Vengaboys song.





While the kids went off for their various track events, the students finally had a chance to finish painting the school. I was really hoping there'd be enough time for them.





The next day, the geography groups switched. But sadly I didn't get to go to the river even though the students said it was beautiful, cos a teacher insisted on going again :(


Super spider webs.


These were freaky, hanging into the path here and there. It hooked on one of the student's pants so I helped her get it off, only to get nicked by one of the spikes.


This was my first strange cow encounter. Thailand has the friendliest cows! This one walked right up to me and tried licking my hand. I decided to give it a good scratch behind its ears. As I was walking off I heard a strange sound and hooves, turns out she had pulled herself free from being tied to a pole and was following me. I ran to tell Bryan about the roaming cow and he told me not to worry cos it probably couldn't get very far anyway. Hmm.


This dog was a real trooper. He followed us through the entire trail.


Again, 2nd stop at the pigsty.



And another round of rice-harvesting. I decided not to join them on the field again, cos this time around their field was surrounded by a moat, which had no bridge. It was shallow... but hella muddy.






Because everyone was so filthy and I was the only clean one, Q let me sit in front! Yay!


The path was so bumpy it was damn difficult to take this.


Q brought them to the Maekok river bank in the town area so they could wash off the mud.





After this they continued to splash around, until Q had to start flicking dog poo into the river. There was dog poo just by the bank, so he took a stick and started flicking it in. It would float downstream in their direction. They all started screaming and clambering out of the river. It was hilarious.

On our 2nd last day, it was soil studies with Rhys (geog instructor) followed by a visit to the nearby Shan village with Bryan


The King's Royal Agricultural Project. Students did their soil studies here.




It was really beautiful. And the weather was fantastic!


I stepped in a muddy puddle. And the colour of it resembled poo.


A small stream where students collected water.

After lunch we headed to the Shan village. Now THIS village was poor. Very much like Kok Daung village in Battambang, Cambodia.

Handmade Shan scarves, shawls, tablecloths, shirts. I bought a pretty bluish silver scarf for 300 baht. Which is about SGD15? That is CHEAP.




Traditional looms used to make the various items.








There were chicks running all over the place.


My other strange cow encounter. As I was approaching her, she walked right up to me and moo-ed. She looks like she's saying something here.

The village was filled with free-roaming animals and children climbing trees. It was beautiful, but sadly they were living in destitution. The income gaps are pretty huge here too, just a short ride away there were much bigger houses. But one important thing was that... the people looked happy.

It was the last night that i'd be around. And during my stay I made some awesome friends. We decided to head across the road to At Sally's for drinks.


Love the roof and lights.


Sangsom - Thailand's very own rum that tasted like pure ethanol.


Charlotte - a 23 year old graduate who works as a instructor at the resort. Her sense of humour is amazing, and I love how blunt she is.


Neelum, a half indian half english girl taking a gap year before she starts university. Interesting thing is, Rosie (Bryan's wife) thought we were related cos she lives in Wokingham (where my aunt lives if you can remember), but was born in Singapore. We're not, but we have a lot in common. She's got all sorts of family in Singapore, and she's finished in Chiang Mai so I think she's already here.


Charlotte took this. I gained a bit of weight by this time. :P


Rhys, the geography instructor. Didn't really hang out much with him tho.


Taking one of herself.


Pretty lamps in the hut we got to sit in.

Our last day..


One last look at the awesome resort.


Before we left we had an hour long boat ride on the Maekok River.




Low-lying cloud beyond the mountain.


The bridge in town.




We headed as far in as we could go, till we reached a string that said no entry. Because beyond that is Burmese territory.


So we turn around and I got this shot of trainee buddhist monks getting on boats to go somewhere. In Chiang Mai apparently boys have to go through a compulsory year of being a monk. Something like national service maybe? I'd better look it up tho.




One last look at the mountains in the distance...


Just had to get a shot with Q, who's a cutie. :D

Monday, December 15, 2008

cleaning out le messy roome

I thought I didn't have much junk. Turns out... I have a LOT. I just hid it cleverly in dark corners of my room.

After dragging almost everything out... The amount of stuff I have is amazing. Random little things in random little boxes in bigger boxes.

Why am I suddenly cleaning out all my shite? When my sister was studying in Melbourne for 3 years, I remember my mom coming in and ransacking EVERYTHING. Ransacking then throwing them all away. My sister had an exponentially greater amount of junk than me, but still. My mom threw away a helluva lot. Things that could've had some sentimental value were chucked, but I wouldn't really know.

So to avoid that happening to any of my stuff, I realised I had to clean it up eventually. The biggest headache I thought would be all my A Level stuff, but I was so wrong.

In one of my many notebooks I came across this list of study pointers. Might be mildly amusing I guess;

HELP STEPS!
1. Always revise SOMETHING at least.
2. Drink lots of water!
3. Ensure everything is always in order (e.g worksheets etc)
4. Cover time-wasting activities first & no more after that.
5. Do your goddamn homework.
6. Clarify doubts IMMEDIATELY.
7. Buy sweets to stay awake in class.
8. Take breaks! :)
9. But not too many/lengthy ones.....
10. It's just a few months, it won't hurt.
11. Losing focus? Do something else.
12. Use free time wisely. Rotting is ok but excessively is BAD!
13. Always remind yourself what's at stake here.
14. Keep your cool, don't break down.
15. Leave the house when shit happens when you wanna study.
16. Look at trees etc etc REMEMBER YOUR EYESIGHT!
17. *blank*

I suppose this list would be useful for the next 5 years.

I have piles of papers to give to the karang guni man. Mostly Math and Econs, cos i'm keeping Chem and Bio just in case I may need them.

I also haven't updated my memory box - works something like a time capsule for me I guess. I've kept it since I was 12, placing random items in it.

Some random items;

Bedok View report book
London boarding passes (both 2006 and 2008)
Class photos (eesh)
Tons of birthday cards, amongst other cards. I really should clear some out.
My last digivice! Before I gave up on digimon. Hahaha
A sistic envelope with the ticket stubs of all the concerts i've been to
2002-2004 diaries which are actually more embarrassing than anything else.
My old-ass Ez link card and some horrible neoprints
The scarf I used when I was in the BV Choir HAHAHA

Oh man, I could do this all night. But I have to meet Yigang for christmas shopping tomorrow!

Friday, December 12, 2008

"but it could never happen to me"

I had a hell of a day today. I also got to see a really brave side of one of my sister's friends, Emilyn.

Started off okay I guess. Had my medical in the morning, no particular complications, my visa should be ready in the next week.

Had tuition at Redhill in the evening, and had made plans to have our usual seafood dinner in JB with Aresha, Primela, Emilyn and her friend Ian, a really nice M'sian guy studying in Melbourne doing his internship in Singapore.

Things didn't seem to go right at first - the Cefiro's tank was almost empty so we got out of the checkpoint queue to pump petrol.

Got across the causeway, and Ian brought us somewhere different so we decided to give it a shot. There seemed to be flying cockroaches everywhere though.

Ian wasn't sure where we usually ate so after dinner we decided to show him our usual spot. Turns out, it was one of the dodgiest places in JB and just round the corner was the red light district. But we were so used to the area, some shopkeepers even knew us, so we decided to get off for some sugarcane juice and to learn more about the area.

We parked just across the road and walked over. Primela and I were just talking, and Aresha was just about to come and tell us about the area when we suddenly heard a huge commotion.

There was a sudden crowd emerging from the makan area so it took awhile to realise what was happening.

Emilyn was on the ground, being dragged by a snatch-thief on his motorbike who was clinging onto her handbag.

Ian immediately gave chase, and the fucker let go because a car in front of him had slowed down obstructing his path.

It was only after he let go, Aresha and I ran to Emilyn.

What would you do?

I'm being completely honest here. It took me a few seconds to fully comprehend the situation, because I was just..... stunned.

We can all say we'd be heroes, we'll make a run for it, kick the guy, I don't know. But in reality when it happens right in front of your eyes... It becomes a totally different ball game.

Right after the incident, before she even had time to collect her thoughts, she was so calm. She immediately stood up, picked up her broken haivannas off the floor and made her way to the car. We took her to a nearby 24-hour polyclinic to clean her up a bit. The sonofabitch dragged her about 3-4m, resulting in scrapes on her elbow and toes, and an abrasion on her hip.

Despite what happened.... I thank whoever is up there, or our luck, or the stars and the moon that it wasn't any worse. Anything could've happened..... She could've been hit by an accomplice (the bastard was alone), the bike was still moving and she was dangerously near the rear tyre, if there wasn't a car in front he might have just sped off without caring whether she was still dangling there or not.

She couldn't let go of the bag even if she wanted to cos her arm was caught in the strap.

After she got cleaned up, we sent her home and had a smoke on her porch to calm us down cos our nerves were still so frazzled.

On our way back, we counted our blessings.... Several times over. The place that was so familiar to us, and we were oblivious to its reputation for being a hotzone for snatch-theft and other nasty crimes. Week in and out we'd go there without fail, dressed however we wanted and paid no attention to how we were carrying our bags.

I don't know how long it'll be before we get over this enough to go back there to eat. My mind is all over the place at this point.

From now on, i'll read articles like this and this with a new mindset..... That it's much more REAL than you think. Living in Singapore, we take things sorely for granted. And when we read those articles, yes you may feel bad, but deep down you're telling yourself, 'ahh, at least it didn't happen to me' or 'it probably won't happen to me.'

Here's an FYI; there is a definite probability, and it's more significant than you think.