'look mom! no tracks!'

me and the lovely jen [yes, on the roof]. not looking too bad after the hardest week of our liiiives :)

my medicinal beer-lao experience was interesting. locked myself into not one, but four different in-depth conversations covering topics from heroin addicts and social justice in the slums of phnom penh to the comparitive cruelty of mental vs. physical torture to the trippyness factor of yellow fire hydrants in toronto. by the end of the night [and 4 beer later], i cornered a UN development advisor at the end of our table and grilled him on the reality of the sustainability of the NATO efforts in afghanistan [he was on his way back to kabul]. i wont retype his answer here but for anyone interested i can always save it for later.

ANYWAY. woke up at 7. back still in paaain. i hate going back to the 'walking-half-a-mile-an-hour' mode. agh. its like going back to square bloody one.

haha BUT HEY! no more complaining. hope y'all are doin brilliantly.

miss you.

cheers.xx.