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Wednesday, November 28, 2007
jerine♥, 4:47 PM

CRAZY...THE EGGS ARE THE BEST THING ON THE TABLE.

those were the wise words of melissa tan, said during that horrible dinner that the oudomxai hotel that we thankfully decided to not spend the night in.
and i remembered my table went "KOP CHAI LAI LAI! ...LAI LAI LAI LAI LAI" when the lady fried us another egg. kop chai means thank you and lai lai means very much.

but at my table, the best food wasn't the eggs.
ok..they were.
UNTIL i remembered i had a big pack of chips more in my bag which i bought before leaving luang prabang to finish up the kips.
yes. chips more.
it was heaven then.

right now i feel like crying.
i'm sitting in my room, snuggled under the covers with my laptop, a book and A SIMILAR BIG PACK OF CHIPS MORE.
and the weather is depressing too.
remember the days in laos when rain was non-existant?
the closest they had was light -and i mean real light- drizzle at night.

surprising how i didn't miss home when i was there.
what laptop? what smses all day long? what tv? orchard road? please...i'd much rather be at the night market.
now that i'm back all i do is ROT.
even going out with g8 doesn't hold as much charm as it used to.


i'm not going to get over this am i?

must be the chips more.
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