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Credits Layout design by Eefennie. edited by mua. | Sunday, August 19, 2012 am i a masochist for loving you or a sadist because all i do is smother you? i wanted to be the spark that lights you but why do i feel like the ashtray that snuffed out your fire? there's no room for love in your heart why are you hesitant to believe in something that's all around you? but how can i expect you to believe in love when you don't believe in other "foolish concepts" like hope. and faith. and kindness? it's not strange, just human nature synaptic connections and chemical reactions; i'll be your saint in a sea of sinners you can't be true when you're behind a mask but i will help you in creating the illusion of perfection as long as i can be the one who uncloaks you how i fell for you i can't even say it must be the day i met you (and here i introduce another cliche into the equation) love at first sight, some might say i saw you and the warmth spread through me like an inkblot creeps across the paper the ink will stain and so will my love for you i love you the three words i can't bring myself to say to anyone else the three words that hesitate upon my lips the three words that can change the world "change" - making something different, for the better for the worse the three words that can create and destroy i'll wait for spring to come the day the first robin sings the day the first flower blooms the day your frozen heart thaws and my three words are returned to me. until then i wait, forever yours, your loveaholic ; a youaholic Labels: wordspit. epik till the death of me; 10:48 PM Saturday, August 18, 2012 epik till the death of me; 11:01 PM Wednesday, August 15, 2012 It was a fairly last minute thing. My dad had to go to Laos for a meeting, and my mom decided to follow. And naturally, that meant that I was to follow as well. The flight was booked the day before we left. The minute we got on the plane it rained. Not a great way to start off a holiday, yeah? It's rainy season in South East Asia.  But surprisingly it didn't rain again. When we got off the plane it was cold, and we caught the tail end of a rainstorm. "Laos is like Malaysia 40 years ago," said the nice old man who sat beside us on the plane. "So rustic, so simplistic." It was a sentiment echoed by every Malaysian we met in Laos so forth.  The airport was pretty bare, but compared to the airports I've been in, this was a small, but pretty nice one. My dad ran into some acquantainces at the airport, and they were escorting the chief police inspector of Laos, so we tagged along and went through the diplomatic gate at customs. Then they invited us along for lunch, and we went for pho. Pho. Vietnamese rice noodles. It was the first hint that lent a grain of truth to the common saying that Laos doesn't have its own flavour. Laos is a wonderful country, but it is so overtaken by the neighbouring cultures that it's hard to tell what is uniquely Laotian.  Anyway, the pho was good, and them crazy Laotians apparently like to drink. Or maybe it's just the chief inspector. He brought out some herbal wine tonic that was made of roots (and I suspect scorpions or snakes, I kid you not). At 9am. But hell, was it potent. I'm a heavy drinker but that was too much for me. We also had some snacks that looked and tasted like the honey combs and kuih kapek that we can find in Malaysia during Chinese New Year.  Then we went to find a hotel. Vientiane is full of nice boutique hotels and guesthouses that range from cheap ($5 a bed) to insane ($400 a night).  I turned on the telly, and oh, it was EXO! Laotians, like most Asian countries, are crazy over Korean music as well, and as I channel surfed, half the music channels were playing some hip new Korean mv. But Exo! Bbys can't leave me alone even when I escape to another country ;D  After a bit of a rest we walked around town. Immediately I loved Vientiane. The city centre is small (finish walking around it in 30 minutes or less) but it's peppered with really cool cafes. It's obviously geared towards tourists, as the city centre is very quiet, with almost as many Caucasians wandering around as Laotians. Still, it isn't overbearingly commercialised, not like Bali. It's laidback, relaxed, perfect for a lazy stroll. Laos is much cleaner than Cambodia, so I much prefered it.   My second meal in Laos was a vegetable wrap. I actually liked this a lot! A piece of thin rice flour paper, one lettuce on top, a chunk of meat, sprinkle some beansprouts/garlic/onions/starfruit/other vegetables, dip it in the peanut-chili sauce and stuff it in your mouth.  We walked around the night market too, by the Mekong river. It's a bit odd because here we are, standing by the river. This is Laos, that is the river, and on the opposite bank, is Thailand. It's just a few metres apart, and someone could easy row a boat over to another country.  For dinner we settled on an Italian restaurant. I ordered a local style pizza, and it brought me to tears. No, literally. It was spicy as hell. Local meant goat cheese, onions, mushrooms and Laotian sausage. Oh, and chilis of course. Lots of it.  The next day my mom and I rented a van with a driver. It soon became clear that the quaint little high class Laos thing was a carefully packaged facade when we left the town centre. Within 5 minutes, the dust started rolling in. Finally, Laos had life! In town, it was so dead that it was like a Western ghost town. The whole place was peppered with Western style cafes, and almost nothing else. Just a few kilometres away from the city we could see the country creeping up on the Laotian life. Wooden houses, barefoot children running around, chickens pecking at the ground... Basically, what you would expect Laos to be. 30 minutes and 15 km in, the roads... became possibly the worst that I've ever seen. I've been to the country sides of Thailand, Cambodia, China. I've been into the mountains of Sabah and of course into the rural areas all over Malaysia, but never have I been on a ride as bumpy as this. Here's a video of it! We bought some food at the roadside stalls and had a picnic in Buddha Park! 
papaya salad!
  
buddha park!
Because I am lazy to write more, I'll just post pictures from now on hehe.    
Sisaket Temple
thatdam!
 
Patuxay
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