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"Greetings from France, especially from Brittany where I enjoy the beginning of spring with full of yellow narcissus everywhere. Well, I read Withering Heights some time ago and also cause I never wrote a poem on a postcard, well I don't know exactly but I feel in the mood to write you the first lines of this one:The night is darkening round meThe wild winds coldly blow;But a tyrant spell has

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"Unfortunately my life has nothing sexy or sassy to offer at the moment, but I feel some kind of spring fever coming up, which is good, because a life without passion is worth nothing! A friend of mine (she's 34) had an affair recently with a 26-year old one ... and there seems to be a generation gap already, as he was shocked she wasn't shaved, because obviously this is expected by 'younger'

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"What Iknow about love is that you can't always be with the one you love! But then maybe it wasn't meant to be... and you are a better person for having them as a friend!"

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"What I know about love is, I know nothing! I do know if you are lucky enough to find it, you should cherish how lucky you are."

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"This is a picture by my favorite painter - Marc Chapall. As for love, I absolutely agree with a quote that says: All love that hasn't friendship as a base, is like a mansion built upon sand."

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"I'm an old lady from Finland with 2 children, 4 grandchildren, dogs and one husband. However, I think I know something about love, because I have lived with a strange man and my husband asked me back. Good or bad? I don't know but now my lovely husband has some reason to be angry... ha-ha-ha."

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"I've been with my boyfriend for almost three years but yesterday I realized that my feelings for him are a lie and that I've been in love with another the whole time... I feel utterly hopeless at the moment but I'll hold hope I'll work it all out."

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"Hi! Couple of months ago, I found out that one of my internet friend is a Muslim. Since that I have lost numerous wrong believes. He opened my eyes to see that not everyone hast he same view to the world."Uhhh, way to go dude?

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"My name is A and I'm 26 years old.I like sex toy parties :-)I wish that I'll meet "P" again this summer (he lives 10,000kms from here)Love is so complicated... but I love to love :-)Have a wonderful summer..."

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'Art washes away the dust of everyday life from the soul...' Pablo Picasso

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"Hello, my name is S. I am 42 years old and I work as a nurse. I am divorced. No love interest at this time but I hope to find love again one day. I'm having 'teenager' problems with my 17 year old son who I love more than anything in this big brutal beautiful world. I'm mostly happy yet sometimes lonely. All the best..."

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"-3 degrees Celcius. Snow & IceI'm an 'ordinary' woman, 41 years old and a mother of two girls. I'm getting fatter every day and I just feel like Miss Piggy on this card. That is maybe because I am not at all interested in sex anymore, especially not with my partner who acts like a pig. And to compensate I eat and eat and eat and eat... I feel caged in, in a trap, where I can't get out. I'm

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"The text on this card (Wish you were here) is wrong. It should say 'I wish I was there.' At the moment, I am working as a nurse in the cancer clinic of ... Hospital. I enjoy my job a lot but the salary could be better. Life is a bit of a struggle at the moment as my man isn't working because he can't speak the local language more than about 10 words and he is on sick leave after having a

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"I think love is being attracted to a person and finding him/her as a best company. No, wait. I guess it's not all. You also need to know the person quite good, that it wouldn't be loving an illusion. And.. I think it is not only about giving, but also about receiving, cause that's how I understand connection. So in this case, I haven't loved anybody. Because I am not special enough for the

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Translation: "Sometimes, it seems to me that something is wrong."

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This postcard shows one of my favorite things... do you see it?

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"Yogurt choses the morning spleenWhen it fails, consider a dram.If you want your life to be clearJust don't give a damn.Words are twisted before your eyesbut the burden of them is still yoursPromise not to increase the liesbar and lock your doors.God is listening from abovebut it's quiet inside, and bleakDon't increase the sorrow

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'Come, come whatever you are, it doesn't matter whether you are an infidel, an idolater or a fire-worshiper.Come, our convent is not a place of despair. Come, even if you violated, your swear a hundred times, come again.'

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'Rocks on the way? Keep them all, one day, I'll build a castle.' Fernando Perroa.

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I had to ask how old she was after registering this postcard. Can you guess?Hi JenniferIt is a day after Christmas and we have 10 inches of snow. Brr... cold, too!My name is R.B. I love listening to music, dancing, reading, going to movies and shopping.Sometimes I wish I could be a fairy. They are so cute. A fairy like "Tinker Bell" from "Peter Pan" and go around spreading sparkling, and

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I belong to a postcard swapping group called postcrossings. Basically you sign up and make a profile which includes your mailing address (mine is a PO Box). Then you ask for an address to send a postcard. Each address comes with a code. You send the postcard to the person, writing whatever you'd like. When they get it, they log on, put the code in and the system registers that you sent a postcard

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Although I haven't had much time to write, I have been taking lots of photos and uploading them few by few, onto Flickr. You can browse the photos i've put online here.

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I know I am seriously behind on my blogging. I will get some photos and stories up soon, I hope.I'm not sure why, but I started thinking about my birthday (October 28th) quite early this year. I was thinking that although I've been in some amazing places for my birthday over the past five years (Singapore, Thailand, Canada, Nepal, Sri Lanka), I haven't really gotten into the spirit of things much

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The wind stopped as we quickly dropped in altitude but the trail continued down and down and down and down some more. One long section was a thin rocky trail down steep ridges, precarious drops on all sides. My feet started a quiet ache that became more and more vociferous the longer we kept up our downward way.It was with bruised toes and great relief that we finally came a suspension bridge

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The truth is that I could write about Nepal and out travels there almost endlessly. While there I filled pages and pages daily about the sights, the scenes and the things I was thinking. It is an absolutely magical and marvelous part of the world. I knew that when I first started hearing people talk about it and I hear the same wonder in my voice when someone gets me on the topic now.The most

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One of my last errands in Mae Sot was getting my head shaved. It had been more than four years since the last time I had done it and I figured my opportunities were only diminishing with time. After all, I can't put off getting a real job forever and it can be quite difficult to get people to take you seriously when you're a young woman with no hair.Apparently it can also be difficult to get

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We bought our tickets to Kathmandu months before the trip, but like usual, the reality of the vacation didn't really sink in until two days before I was set to leave Mae Sot for Bangkok. Of course, at that point, I still hadn't started packing, I had exams to mark and grades to complete for my job at the Catholic school and I had to make a visit to Umphium refugee camp. I worked until 6pm on my

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This year, for the first time in a long time, the Jones family clan will not be gathering to celebrate Christmas. Instead we have picked names to trade gifts from afar and will be celebrating in our respective corners of the world. But just to keep things fun and interesting, this blog is a reminder to all that this year is the first Jones Family Festive Vest Extravaganza!Every year, when the

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My idea of a good vacation involves lots of walking, lots of eating, sleep and a good book. Exhausted from my overnight journey across the country, I checked into a hotel, took a shower and resolved to get out and explore the capital. My first stop had to be breakfast though, and as I stepped out from the hotel, the heavens opened and the rain began pouring down, indicating a perfect time to

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I left a classroom full on noisy misbehaved children on Wednesday and walked out to the highway to catch a ride. It was noon and I was about to begin my long trek across the country. I took a minibus from Mae Sot to Tak, somehow snagging the most coveted seat in the front and sleeping most of the hour and a half through the mountains. Buses are greeted at every station by touts: mainly

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I had just barely unpacked my bags from my trip to Canada when I began packing boxes. Actually, I had started to pack up my house into boxes before leaving for home, and as a result, my house was in a state of total disarray, festooned with spider webs spun in my absence and littered with gecko droppings. I didn’t even have time to clean, really. A day after getting back to Mae Sot, I had a

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Today, just briefly, I find myself missing my middle class naïveté. The way I used to be able to so easily tell the difference between wrong and right and see clearly the line that divides the two. It started with landmines, interestingly enough. I remember sitting in a classroom in university studying the various makes, models and deployment; taking notes of their effects and knowing

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It’s Friday afternoon and the air is cool and filled with the energy of a pending thunderstorm. Outside my window, the banana leaves bend in the breeze but memories of Canada are still very fresh in my mind. I returned to Canada for three weeks in June just in time to enjoy a Canadian summer and celebrate my brother’s birthday and graduation. I also went home in order to learn more about and

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Somehow I didn’t get to the embassy until the day before my flight to the north. On the day I arrived, it was too late to drop off my application, then it was the weekend, then we had things scheduled during the day. It was my last chance. We flew the next day up north and would come back the day before our flights out of the country. I took a taxi to the embassy. It was on a side street with

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It’s an amazing country, the one I recently visited at the end of March. For two weeks I lived in a kind of 1984 world, where DoubleSpeak is an important element to every day life, propaganda is rife and cars with steering wheels on the left side share the road with cars with steering wheels on the right side. In two weeks I filled an entire journal with my thoughts, observations and feelings

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Despite making it my goal to blog more this year, the days keep slipping by without me writing anything. One reason is that I have been quite busy: travels and work and having fun on hot afternoons.The other reason is that I have been blogging for the new organization I helped set up and now work for: Room to Grow Foundation. So if anyone is interested in what I'm doing with my time, they should

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On the first day of this week, the cat I rescued from starvation in a refugee camp gave to me: One tiny rat baby... On the second day of this week, the cat I rescued from starvation in a refugee camp gave to me: Two mice a meesing, and one tiny rat baby... On the third day of this week, the cat I rescued from starvation in a refugee camp gave to me: A BIG ASS RAT!! Seriously. My

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Photographs from my recent weekend birthday adventure in Singapore. One of these days I'll write something again but for now, I spent my birthday wandering the city streets in large sunglasses made in the 70's and the evening dining on a feast of food at Newton Circus.Yes, I am now 26 years old.

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Photos from the wedding of good friends Paw Yu Lee and Mickey Goggin

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I began planning my trip into Burma sometime in April this year. At first I thought I would take a month off writing and go in mid-September. I found a monastic school in Mandalay where I could stay and made contact. I planned to teach for July and August, spend a few weeks getting ready, then take off.For a number of reasons, I ended up pushing back my travel date to October 22nd and now it

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It’s late Tuesday night and I am on dorm duty at a migrant school in Mae Sot. The students are busy participating in a special ceremony for someone’s daughter’s birthday so things are quiet. One student has remained behind, noisily chatting with her brother in Burmese on a cell phone. Otherwise, the only sounds I can hear are of the crickets and other night creatures humming happily away in the

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Some days you wake up and it’s just another ordinary day. And then, sometimes, there are these mornings when you wake up and it’s like the first day you ever lived. As if your eyes had opened for the first time, as if you were wearing a new skin that could feel everything, as if you were a child again, suffused with wonder and drinking it all in.The other day I took an overnight bus back to Mae

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I flew out of the new airport in Bangkok on an Air Asia budget flight that cost me around $60 and took no-frill flying to a whole new level. You pay for everything on the flight from water to a pillow.It's always struck me as odd how people line up to board their flights at the first opportunity. I've even seen pushing and shoving. Why bother when you have an assigned seat? I've always wondered.

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In looking for a map today to show some Canadians where the country of Burma, sometimes known as Myanmar, is located, I came across the Map of Happiness.The map was made by Adrian White, an analytic social psychologist at Leicester University's School of Psychology in the UK and it attempts, according to him, to measure "subjective well-being."It is unclear, and somewhat doubtful to me if he

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Someone very close to my heart, with whom I spent a great deal of my time during my first weeks back in Mae Sot, read my blog, Back in the Saddle and indignantly demanded to know just what was so dull about it all.It’s true. I can’t believe I could have forgotten about the highlight of my first week back, of which my friend so kindly reminded me.I had only been back in town a few days with my

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I'm curious. Who are you? Why are you reading this?I'm always surprised to hear of people reading my blog. I started out writing in order to keep in touch with my family mostly. But I noticed the other day that my profile has 410 views and I run into people now and again who tell me they've read me. No one leaves comments though, so it's hard to know that you're there.So the experiment:If you

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It’s Wednesday afternoon and I am seated at a desk in front of an open window. Jack Johnson is playing and I spend more time looking out at the view than I do at the work I am supposed to be editing.The last few weeks have been rather calm, perhaps even a little dull, certainly nothing particularly blog worthy. Perhaps that’s why I have this smile on my face. What, after all, could be much better

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The afternoon I spent exploring the ancient rock fortress of Sigiriya was an afternoon spent in a living fairytale. The lower grounds and garderns were enchatingly green, full of open spaces, crumbling bricks, twisted trees and bubbling fountains. Little paths wound here and there amoung the ruins and one long, red road runs straight towards the rock. It feels like the kind of place where

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During "the season" people traditionally make pilgrimages from all over Sri Lanka, walking slowly towards the great mountain where it is said that the footprint of the Lord Buddha is preserved. In English the mountain is named "Adam's Peak" and Christians are said to find it holy as the earthly location where God deposited Adam (and one presumes Eve as well, although she is never mentioned) when

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One of the first things I did at the Rohanna school was go to observe classes. After two years of researching and experimenting with teaching methods, of being observed while teaching and of observing and giving feedback to others teaching, I was interested to see what strategies and styles teachers had developed for the deaf classroom.All of the secondary classes take place upstairs. I went

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After many weeks of emails and putting it off, I have finally planned my life for the next few months. Well, more of less. There are still, of course, gaps to fill in, appointments to be made, details, details, details, but some things in life have to be random right?Thursday Nov. 23rd: I teach my last class in Madiha. Around this time, there will be numerous dinners with various students and

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(The following is a blog I wrote for the Paavima website. You can see the official version, with pictures, hereI arrived in Colombo exhausted. Jason picked me up at the airport and whisked me through the empty night streets of Colombo. I spent most of the next day in a stupor, waiting for immigration to extend my visa and wandering slowly through the streets. The next morning we were up before

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On Sunday, I went on the first of my weekend adventures in Sri Lanka, boarding a packed local bus blaring Hindi top 10 hits, for a fast forty minute ride along the coast to the old French fort at Galle. It was a beautiful sunny day. My shoulders are brown from the sun. My friend Adam and I walked along the old ramparts, trying not to disturb the many couples cuddling under umbrellas among the

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A Brit named Jason picked me up at the airport and drove me to his house where I fell quickly into a deep sleep. I loved his home immediately, even at midnight as I first arrived. It had a curving stairway in the foyer and a pool just outside.In the morning, after a cup of tea, I took a trishaw into the city. I sat in the back of the little ricketdy contraption and loved the blur of traffick,

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Backing up a little between my posts from Australia and my posts from Sri Lanka... I spent four days in Bangkok for yet another round of goodbyes to good friends. I was already tired when I was walking the streets of Sydney. I often had to stop and rest, even nap in parks, while exploring. By the time I left Bangkok I was nearing exhaustion, and the great parties we had over the weekend only

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The following are questions I answer a lot, so I thought I would write the answers down.1. What brought you to Sri Lanka? While hiring for teachers last February, I came across a posting on an ESL website for volunteer teachers on a tsunami project in Sri Lanka. For some reason, it just caught my imagination. I was planning to quit my job in Thailand in June and I was looking for something to

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This ball has come to rest, for two months only, in Madiha. Madiha is a small, small town on the southern coast of Sri Lanka. You won't find it in the Lonely Planet or the Rough Guide. You will find the nearest other small town, Polhena, and the nearest medium sized town, Matara, where I am now using the internet.My address, for anyone who feels post-minded in the next short period of time, is

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My flight arrived in Sydney at 6am, descending out of the clouds and a gorgeous sunrise into the city, but my window was on the wrong side to see the view. It took me a moment to realise that the shorter immigration line, the one for Australian passport holders, was mine. I went through with a big smile.I sat in a cafe just outside Central station for breakfast, enjoying coffee and Australian

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The moment I leave my home or hotel room for the airport, I step into a state of somewhat suspended animation. Some interior clock of mine gets set to "Wait" mode. For the next "x" hours, I know I will do very little of note, nothing productive. I will, in fact, be waiting. Waiting to check-in, waiting to board, waiting to land, waiting to clear immigration (thankfully not, Waiting for Godot).

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More fun from the wonderful world wide web.MarriageI can't even remember how I came across this link. I swear I was working. I was looking for articles on how to make good decisions so that I could work with our local In-Camp Coordinator on her decision making abilities. It was easy to find the usual articles with the usual steps (#1: Identify the Problem; #2: etc.) And somehow, this came up

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Almost all good adventures in Thailand start in Bangkok and that is where I met my Mum and Dad for the first part of their three week journey in Thailand. Although we have traveled (years ago) as a family in Singapore and Malaysia, the folks have never been in Thailand before and I was eager to show them where I have been living and working and playing for the past year and a half.We settled

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I have just come back from a two week vacation and my life has been full and interesting and even, dare I say it, adventurous. It may seem strange then, that I am posting a random blog about ghosts. But writing about adventures takes some time and I really should be working, so for now, I am just sharing something that put a smile on my face.Actually I am working. I am trying to find example

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It was another one of those nights. I came back home at night. The rain was glistening on the dark pavement and there was a cloud of insects swarming the streetlight just down from me. I hadn’t been home yet, so all my lights were still off.I considered the possibilities as I opened my gate and walked up the stairs to unlock my door. But really, there wasn’t too much I could do. It was too

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10:37am Tuesday, May 16th.Here I am sitting at my desk with the drizzle coming down outside. I have my headphones on and I am trying not to feel frustrated as I attempt to recover a 50 page document I have been working on for the past few months which seems to have been lost when I took my clunky old laptop into the shop to get fixed. Incidentally, the laptop is far from fixed. It appears that

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Date: Thu, 4 May 2006 08:56:19 +0700Subject: FW: KWO calls on UNSC to act on BurmaThe Karen Women's Organization today issued a public statement pleading for international women's organizations to press for an immediate United Nations Security Council resolution on Burma. "Over the past several weeks, 13,000 people have been driven from their homes in eastern Burma, many in Karen state. Burma's

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At the outset I would like to say that I live in a house in which there is very little distinction between inside and outside. The windows have no glass or screens, and are generally kept open. When I am sweeping, there are a few holes in the floor I can push the dust down in order to get rid of it. I sweep a lot because there are geckos and sometimes birds in the rafters and the dust is

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For a while now I have been wanting to write a blog that will take you through the average day in my life. Unfortunately for the blog, but fortunately for me, there really are no average days, so I haven’t really gotten around to it. I know it’s been a while since I blogged last, so here are some snapshots from life recently:Monday April 24th: I arrive at the office at 6:30am, which is a sick

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It seems I have gotten lazy on the blog front. Not because there hasn't been much going on in my life, but perhaps because there has. April was a month of memorable adventures, including a midnight skinny dip in the pool surrounding the Statue of Liberty on the 18th hold of a mini golf course with a bunch of people, the majority of whom, strangely enough, were from Australia and named Dave (

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It’s 5:30 and the office is quiet. Everyone has gone home an I am here alone with the last light of the day filtering past the wooden shutters and the quiet hum of the fan, and the smell of all the sweat you accumulate during the day. I don’t usually write about work, but since, apart from being sick, it’s the only thing to really talk about in my life lately, this blog is going to have to be

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If there had been directions, they might have read, “Travel past the fifth bonfire, then turn left between the two brightest stars and continue past the whispering tree.” Where we were going, wasn’t precisely marked on anyone’s map, it was a blurry space where there weren’t too many lines or clear directions. The driver of the open bed pick up truck where we were lodged between a full load of

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I amazes me that after four days without eating, the body still has stuff to spew forth. Yet it is so, as I, intrepid adventurer Jones, can, rather unfortunately detest.On Day 3 I had enough energy to venture out of my house to see a doctor, who informed me that I had, "many things in my intestines." Those "things" are not food, that is all I can say, but the happy purple antibiotics she gave

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I arrived at my bungalow from a walk way over the water to the end of the bay. From there, I walk up steps through the jungle to get to my bungalow tucked away in the trees. I spent my days out on the water and nights on the balcony, watching the sunset.

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So what happens when a girl who has been living in a small town for too long has too much coffee on a lazy Saturday morning and has spent a little too much time reading fashion/celebrity gossip magazines brought back from the States by a recently returned friend? Why, a mad, silly fashion shoot, of course. In my defense, there was very little else to do, it got me giggling and that is, after

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It is 6:30pm on the first day of the New Year and I am sitting in an internet cafe in the Thai town of Champoen with exceptionally messy hair and incredibly dirty clothes. I have about three hours to kill before my bus leaves for Bangkok so I am camped out for a while in a little Games joint full of young Thai boys blasting away at things online and playing (from what I can tell) Fairy Golf.It

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It is evening on boxing day and I am curled up in the famous Israeli internet cafe near the infamous Kao San road in Bangkok where you get some free internet time and you get to hang out with a bunch of people from Israel. I love the sound of voices speaking languages I don't understand and the feel of the airconditioner on my skin.I spent the day hung over and mostly asleep on the 8 hour bus

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It is the week before holidays hit and there is a lull in the office. There are four of us in the large rambling building that is usually full of laughter and conversation. My office is entirely empty. Yesterday, returning from a few days up in the refugee camp, I put on some music and kicked back and caught up on some reading I have been wanted to do for a while (“Writing Great Speeches” by

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It is Brooke’s habit to visit the masseuse every Saturday afternoon. They know her there as Malee, a Thai word for flower, because they can’t pronounce her name. The massage parlor is along the Asia 1 highway, across the street from a Buddhist temple, near my old house. It doesn’t look much like the massage parlors you would be familiar with if you had ever indulged in the West. There are no

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If you want to check out one sassy up and coming politician on the sexy Saskatoon scene, click here and learn a little bit more about the man who, under all that facial hair, is my brother.

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I’ve heard people complain that the Montreal - Toronto route is too long a haul for a weekend visit. It's not a complaint that I will be making again. Mae Sot, the town where I rent a house and spend most of my week, is an 8 hour bus ride from metropolitan Bangkok. There are no trains and flights were recently cancelled (due to sketchy safety concerns about the airline's planes.) A weekend

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I was speaking with the two EIP teachers in our office hut in Umphium when the kitten tottered into the room. At first I thought it was the kitten that one of the teachers had adopted and brought to camp. They have the same coloring. Also that cat has a tendancy to sleep in the ashes of the charcoal fires to stay warm and this kitten was filthy. The kitten who weakly made its way into the

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If I hadn’t had the left over pizza to entice me out of bed, I’m not sure I would have made it to work. I had a chest cough and felt exhausted and I considered calling in sick. I had planned to give a morning workshop to my students in Umphium first thing on Monday, but I had given many of the responsibilities to the In-Camp Coordinator, so I briefly entertained the idea that she would be able

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The bus station in Bangkok looked like an airport during a blizzard. People were sitting on every available piece of floor. The busses for the next four hours were booked up. Rather than spend all day waiting for a bus, then on one, only to arrive at the nearest town 2 hours away from Mae Sot and get stranded there because there are no connections at night, I opted for a ticket on the luxurious

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Well folks, this is my first post as a 24 year old. Adult-hood has been stealthily sneaking up on me for a while now. But I only recently realized that it has over come me. Despite fleeing to the other side of the world, credit cards, student debt, taxes and financial investments have all found me. Although I got rejected from my organization’s health care plan, I now have a “prosperity” fund

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After moving on Saturday, I spent Sunday in the office helping to get exams and review sheets written for the school. In the afternoon, my old neighbor had the culmination of his art project in Mae Sot with a migrant children’s art exhibition. I dropped in for some food and art, then headed back to the office to plan a workshop to help the students at the school work towards greater maturity and

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One of the nicest things about Thailand is a general lack of rules and regulations regarding those things which, in North America, we have governed to death. You cannot, for example, drive in this country if you are unwilling to make a U-turn. The road system depends on it that you will. You will also encounter a large number of people going the wrong way down one way streets (although traffic

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We arrived at the bull fights covered in sweat, dust and a major sunburn. It was I who lead us astray. I took a wrong turn and half an hour later, we were in another village, having missed the cattle sale and bull fighting ring entirely. The fights went all day, so we didn's miss much by being late.Actually, the cattle yard was only about a ten minute bike ride from my house. It was a

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For most of the week I am the grubbiest girl you have ever seen. It's currently too cold to shower in Umphium, the refugee camp where I work, so washing is, for now, down to a minimum. The "showers" are bucket showers, performed by scooping incredibly cold water over your body. Actually, once you've gotten started, it's quite refreshing, but being brave enough to start is the hard part. Since

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One day before my elder brother is supposed to get married, he comes up to me and says, "Hey Jen! Want to jump off a bridge?""Huh?" I answer, as many people would, I'm sure."Come on," he says, "grab a life jacket, we're leaving."He is being serious, it seems.The days that led up to Mike's wedding seemed full of moments like that: canoes that went missing on our overnight camping trip, choking

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Queen's Birthday:My bike gets stolen.45minute walk home in the rain.What next?

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I arrived back home at 10pm. My house was full of cobwebs and mould. I took one look at my closet and saw that every single item of clothing I had was infested. The only clothes I could wear, therefor, were the ones I had packed in my carry-on. I had been through most of those already.I arrived at work the next day, therefor, in a strange combination of clothes, only to find that we would be

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I waited by the baggage carousel with very little hope. I went to the baggage counter almost immediately and had them scan my baggage ticket. "Hmmm…" said the man behind the counter. "I don't have any idea where your bags are."At least, I thought, he is refreshingly honest.When we had checked in at Shanghai for the Thai Airways flight, we had been told our bags would likely not make the plane

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As I waited, I noticed a few other foreigners waiting with me and the longer we waited, the more passports were added to the pile behind the immigration desk. After half an hour of waiting, I returned to the counter and started asking questions.It turned out that they were holding our passports and tickets until such time as we had a confirmed booking on an outgoing flight from China. In order

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Typhoon in Shanghai. It made me laugh. I pulled Harry Potter out of my monstrous bags and accepted the food coupon from the check-in desk and then went off to sit in a restaurant with a feeling of relief. At least I had made the flight. My bags were off my hands and I had a real ticket this time and seemed to be going somewhere.At the bar of the restaurant I chatted with a South African guy

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Coming home to Canada was definitely worth every penny, every tear and every bit of sleepless stressed out flight minutes home. But the story of the wedding and how beautiful it was is a story for another day. For now we will continue with the endless saga of woe.In Calgary, I notified the embassy of the theiving travel agent who had in fact abandoned shop and hit the highway. His shop in

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In the morning most of my swelling had gone down and my trip out to the bus station to pick up my bags went smoothly. I wasn't as early at the airport as I would have liked to have been, but I got there with plenty of time to spare. At the Cathay Pacific counter I hauled my bag up on the scale and brought out my passport. "My name is Jennifer Jones," I said. "I'm on the ten fifty flight to

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My send off from Mae Sot in no way hinted the arduous saga my journey home was to become. I packed my bag full of presents for my brother's wedding, and slung it onto my back and walked down the street to the hot-pot restaurant. All my friends came to see me off despite the rain. We sat around laughing and drinking wine and gin (real treats for us in Mae Sot) and eating large quantities of ice

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The great thing about Friday, the thing that everyone loves, the thing that makes Fridays such wonderful days, is that they are generally, with very few exceptions to the rule, followed by Saturdays. And even if you are like me, with far too much work to take the whole day off, Saturdays are by and large better days than, let's say, Mondays, this being wholly due to the fact that they are part

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