Ok I really wanted to blog today but I ended up reading last two week's newspapers from 10 am till now. And now i'm going to Lilong's house to have a merry good time while bidding a sad farewell to 2008. I might blog tmr, but I am going out with Dengbashi people to have a very good time while heralding a positive welcome to 2009. There is time in the middle, but I have yet to read today's newspaper.

I will blog, but the question is when.

Till then, I shall cut short my work by linking you to Yonghao's and Yufeng's reflections on the trip. It's good to read about the emotive part of the trip before I proceed to rip it apart with absurb photos and captions.

Yufeng

Yonghao

Oh and to the above bloggers, I can remove the link if you want me to.

Before I end, here is the reply to Khee Xuan's answer on why I did not pull the woman's comb off.
( The answer lies here )

Ok sorry for not blogging after just Day 2 of the trip. Here was a few speculations why that happened:
1.) China decided to BLOCK LIVEJOURNAL after i posted. No kidding. We tried accessing Livejournal at EVERY COMPUTER along the way thereafter, but were all directed to a site telling us sternly (or at least we believe it was) that we had typed an UNAVAILABLE WEBSITE. It must be those photos of the countryside I posted. So people, to prevent LJ from being further blocked, from now on, believe that China ONLY HAS URBAN METROPOLIS and all the cities organize world sporting events on a four-yearly basis.
2.) When one is frozen up in a wooden house atop a mountain village surrounded by nothing but tribal people and rice terraces, blogging seems to be the last thing on one's mind. Correction: it is the second last. The last is to take a stroll up and down the rice terraces in sub-zero RAINY conditions, with frost everywhere around us and the road so slippery it was like walking on eel. And being the gungho irreverent travellers, we decided to do the last thing, not the second last.
3.) Why waste time blogging when I can be on a bumpy 9 hour bus ride with a tribal woman with a comb stuck in her hair sitting in front of me?

So I will blog soon, when I have time. Though I am really questioning whether people will actually bother reading, because truth be told, I seldom read other people's accounts of trip. Unless it involves them bitchslapping their Shandong tour guides: those are fun.

THIS IS MY FIRST PUBLIC POST OF THIS YEAR WHAT THE FUCK?

FUCKADELICLICKLICKLICKLICKKKKKK MY As ARE OVER WTH IT'S OVER LIKE IT'S REALLY OVER AS IN OVER AS IN LINDSAY LOHAN OVER OVER? GAHHHH I FEEL SO LIBERATED FROM THE RINGS OF THOSE IDIOTIC FILES AND THE CHAINS, THE CHAINS, THE CHAINS OF STUDIES.

Shit i sound like the Ting Tings. SO SHUT UP AND LET ME GO.

Argh.

But before i can even bask in the euphoria of post-As, i will be unceremoniously parcelled to Incredible India later tonight. This is absurb. I do not even have the time to be a gracious guest and learn the local language (watever that is, I don't even know!)

Let's assume it's Hindi.

Without any prior knowledge of Hindi, how am I supposed to communicate my wishes for "the cow that is blocking my way to be led away, thank you." And HOW am i supposed to understand the farmer's reply of "No in India, the cow is never in your way. You have merely strayed into it's holy path." I am going to be abandoned on some tuk-tuk, transported to a square to be pelted with pink powder, and then sent to the wrong hotel with the driver still furiously nodding as if he knows where he's going a la AMAZING RACE.

Such short preparation time is not the worse, I must say. No, the worse is that I am joining a tour group filled with the OLD and LIFELESS (metaphorically of course). According to current sources, the only people close to my age group is 1.) my brother 2.) three 20+ "youths" (but seriously, being 20+ and joining a package tour simply reeks of "too old for one's good"). So now apart from communicating with the good people of India, I have to make small talks with the aged. It's like a one week Chinese New Year visit, what the hell.

iPod, you are my best friend on this trip, so do not disappoint me in any way, including running out of battery constantly or shuffling the worst songs repeatedly back to back, which will lead to the former case of battery running out constantly.

As a sidenote, I must praise our school's China Studies department for preparing their students adequately for the examinations. Despite the CSE department being a ONE MAN WONDER OPERATION, it has definitely surpassed many other departments in exam preparation (say, maybe, the geography one? Just SAYING.)

I thought that I should stop friends-locking all my posts since i am now out of any official schooling. Then i look at the above paragraph and I hesitate. Neither do I want the whole school to know I got 32/40 for my Chemistry MCQ (to u: yes a lot of people know lol). But I decided I shall take a risk because I am now still in post-As delusion and I might even go torch a dustbin "for the fun of it". No of course I won't.

Anyway I shall end off by 1.) giving a little prayer that my prom attire lies in good hands (more particularly on the taste of Songping, Huitian and Sharon) and 2.) wishing all the lit students in my class good luck in the upcoming paper, more notably Marilyn, Sarah, Yiming, Songping and Yufeng. No not anything special, but because 5 of you are the only classmates on my Friends List. HAHA. And the other LITters like Lilong, Choonyen, Darrell, Daryl, Yonghao and Jerry blahblah. Rui An will not get my luck because he does not require it. No, seriously.

( It's time for some music recommendation! )

First public post!

To announce that this blog is FRIENDS ONLY.

So if you wanna see the blog contents, erm, get a livejournal account... BEFRIEND ME (i sound despo) and i'll consider whether I WANNA FRIEND YOU OR NOT.

Hoho... exclusive priviledges to unlimited XXX contents!!!

Erm dun expect much out of the letters XXX.

Hoho~