when dreams turn to dust.

sweet nostalgia

i miss laos.

i miss the group.

i miss the school.
i miss the kids.

i miss the people at the guesthouse.

i miss the swing at new daraphet.

i miss treating xayana like it was home.

i miss breakfast with the group.

i miss sneaking out at night to joma's, the night market, the restaurants, the mini mart.

i miss making up excuses when we're late for reflections.

i miss the long bus rides.

i miss laughing till my sides hurt with the group.

i miss getting into trouble with them.

i miss ganging up with them against thumb thumb.

i miss having lunch by mekong river everyday.

i miss playing in the river and getting soked with the kids.

i miss trying to clean the kids' wounds and all though i'm not the 1st aider but i end up doing it.

i miss walking to dinner every night and wondering if we're having different food because it's a different restaurant.

i miss walking down the street outside our guesthouse and talking to random tourists.

i miss that street outside our guesthouse, the bakery, the restaurants, the small shops, the big shops, everything.

i miss whining at meal times about getting the SAME food everyday.

i miss getting dirty and not bothering for the 1st time in my life.

i miss having kids chattering to me though i have absolutely no idea what they're trying to say.

i miss having kids fight over me.

i miss having kids come up to me randomly and holding my hands.

i miss having kids pulling me to random places.

i miss the smiles on their faces.

i miss playing with the kids.

i miss staying back in school to do the painting and having the kids stay back with us with torchlights.
i miss us asking for chilli padi at every meal and getting frustrated when it takes forever.

i miss us trying to be funny during reflections to annoy thumbie.

i miss the late night talks at new daraphet and xayana even though we're dead tired, but refuse to sleep because it would mean another day's over.

i miss mr jeremy choong's fat cat that reminds me of the one in shrek.

i miss screaming when HUGE random dogs appear out of no where at such close proximity.

i miss getting hangry and fangry.

i miss the times when the 5 of us were sick and got stuffed with pills.

i miss bargaining at the night markets till we're exhusted, pissed, and go back with a throbbing head.

i miss being away from civilisation and having to sit on my bed for 5 minutes everyday trying to figure out what day it was.

i miss having a FAT wallet because i just had too much kips.

i miss worrying over keeping too much kips because if i can't finish it i'll have to use them as toilet paper in singapore.

I MISS THE JOKERS IN OCIP THAT MADE THE TRIP WONDERFUL.

i miss the ocip group a lot a lot.

ship me back there please..or i'll find my way back in a slow bump boat.

and i'm still too lazy to post up pictures. besides..i still need someone to scan my favourite picture for me because....I FOUND THE POLAROID :)

ok...just one picture.

noi ning and i..of ning nong as i so affectionately call her :)