Monday, August 04, 2008
Who really gives a rat's arse about the tediously minute and not to mention irrelevant details of my vacation when we got so much loot to talk about?Dragged all over Thailand and most of Vietnam in plastic bags big and small, usually stowed in luggage compartment whenever we're jetting, otherwise stacked into a neat corner in hotel rooms, and not to mention being held by many different hands while in transition between the two situations.
Junk for everyone!
Phew.
Finally all that effort has come to some semblence of fruitation as most of them are delievered to their supposed owners. Some even had a smile or two lighting up their faces!
My "zeng-ed" Vietnamese couple.
Dom and Wei Jian grinning from ear to ear.
Happy poseur!
Just a tip for you fervent shoppers hell bent on buying up the entire street, be it for your shopaholic self or as souvenirs for family and friends.
DON'T.
Or you'll end up having oodles of bags of assorted stuff hanging from you and turn into some walking and moaning version of a China Christmas tree.
Like me. LOL.
As always there'll be some gifts that don't get to fall onto the laps of their destined owners yet. Time remains much of a luxury to some while other simply won't be within armshot distance due to some personal reason that YOU HAVE NO BUISNESS KNOWING.
Poor giraffe. Will someone give it a hug?
A wooden note that is more than meets the eye. Not a Transformer lah!
But no. I'm not gonna give them to you just because you're willing to come to my doorstep to get them. And put your clothes back on! Not even such lurid invitation is gonna get you anything. Maybe 'cept you over there lady. =) The rest of you buggers just sit there behind your computer and stay envious.
Good reader. Here's a doggy treat. =)
Saving the best for last, I'm gonna grant you a little peek at the souvenir that I'm proudest of. Feast your eyes on approximately 18 combined hours of painstakingly hand carried shite. From Saigon to Hanoi, Hanoi to Harlong Bay, Harlong Bay back to Hanoi, (Wow. Its getting kinda old eh?) Hanoi to Bangkok and finally from Bangkok back to Singapore, I bring to you "Once Upon a Starry Night".
On the bus in Vietnam. Check out the charming order stuck to the packaging.
Holding it like a moron while waiting to fly my arse outta Vietnam.
The finishing line at long last! Why its home sweet home of course.
Yes, I've named it myself 'cause there ain't any when I bought it. Cheesy but sufficient addequete if you ask me. And I'll presumed you asked (Its my blog so do bear with me). The name itself doesn't seemed to do the picture justice enough so I've written a poem to add that finishing touch (Or muck?) to it.
Once Upon a Starry Night
Here goes nothing so hang on to your partially digested meal!
Silent night, blazing stars
Lovers meet, from afar
Breezy cliffs, swaying sea
Lost in love, just you & me
Too bad it'll go under appreciated. I meant the effort as well as the intent. Everything else I reckon will be absolutely digged by the lucky recipient.
Care to hazard a guess as to who it might be?
FUNKED IT ALL UP ON 1:36:00 PM