rene.
banana robber.((:
Saturday, April 07, 2007
1:28 AM
TA-DA.
The trip there made me realized how blessed we actually are.
As compared to the little kids.
Perhaps noting else but happiness matters there.
Their priceless smile.
The warmth.
Their heart-felt sincerity.
Their helpful-ness.
The sportsmanship.
Their greatful-ness.
The love.
We might not be able to communicate / understand wurt they mean well.
For we speak differently.
Burt wurt matters more is their action, which fully portrays all that they ever want us to know and feel.
Their love for us can never be measured.((:
The flowers and friendship bands are simple gifts but yet they meant so much.
Wurt touched me even more is during the baci ceremony. when the students & teachers wished us gud luck and prayed for our safety back home.
Somehow I gort to learn a lot there.
Be it the culture of the people.
The differences that we have.
The different language that we speak.
The cohort of 33 people.
The unhappiness and fights.
The secrets that we shared.
The wonderful times that we had.
The late nights that we spent watching matches.
The games that we played.
The hard-work under the sun.
The non-stop whining ; complaining.
The bananas.
The mad beer session.
The photo taking sessions ; I truly felt lyke a celebrity.
Camwhoring with the crazy people.
It will always be remembered.((:
Im glad I’ve been there. To make a difference in their life.
Khop jai. :))
Fried rice. Eggs. Bread&jam. The tutu. Sand storm. The scorching sun. fried tomato noodles. Morning market. Vita milk. Bananas. Bricks. Motar. Mineral water. Performance. Smiles. ((:
Everything there will be kept safely beneath.
Dragon lodge. Room 306. That nostalgic bar top.Nongduang secondary school. Laos; Vientiane. Will always be a memory. ((:
Not forgetting the wonderful people who were there. To make everything pausible.((:
-*whee.
Takecare.
Deep right down, I know ure there.(:
With love.
1:28 AM
The trip there made me realized how blessed we actually are.
As compared to the little kids.
Perhaps noting else but happiness matters there.
Their priceless smile.
The warmth.
Their heart-felt sincerity.
Their helpful-ness.
The sportsmanship.
Their greatful-ness.
The love.
We might not be able to communicate / understand wurt they mean well.
For we speak differently.
Burt wurt matters more is their action, which fully portrays all that they ever want us to know and feel.
Their love for us can never be measured.((:
The flowers and friendship bands are simple gifts but yet they meant so much.
Wurt touched me even more is during the baci ceremony. when the students & teachers wished us gud luck and prayed for our safety back home.
Somehow I gort to learn a lot there.
Be it the culture of the people.
The differences that we have.
The different language that we speak.
The cohort of 33 people.
The unhappiness and fights.
The secrets that we shared.
The wonderful times that we had.
The late nights that we spent watching matches.
The games that we played.
The hard-work under the sun.
The non-stop whining ; complaining.
The bananas.
The mad beer session.
The photo taking sessions ; I truly felt lyke a celebrity.
Camwhoring with the crazy people.
It will always be remembered.((:
Im glad I’ve been there. To make a difference in their life.
Khop jai. :))
Fried rice. Eggs. Bread&jam. The tutu. Sand storm. The scorching sun. fried tomato noodles. Morning market. Vita milk. Bananas. Bricks. Motar. Mineral water. Performance. Smiles. ((:
Everything there will be kept safely beneath.
Dragon lodge. Room 306. That nostalgic bar top.Nongduang secondary school. Laos; Vientiane. Will always be a memory. ((:
Not forgetting the wonderful people who were there. To make everything pausible.((:
-*whee.
Takecare.
Deep right down, I know ure there.(:
With love.
<- xoxo,rene.`
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