This is intended as a response to Josh's
Top Ten Things You Never Think You Would Need to Translate (or shouldn't attempt).

Shall we attempt a Thai equivalent?

Mai dat kluay pom le hai phet prawat pom mai chai jow choo!!
Don't cut my penis off and give it to the ducks, I'm not a playboy!!

(When men cheat, the Thai women cut it off and give it to the ducks. Kinda like a whole country full of Lorena Bobbits.)

Ok, that's the best one. But here's some others that just sound bad.



Tuk long, khrap = Okay!

Mai mai mai mai mai = New wood doesn't burn well, does it?

Cow cow leaw cow cow cow = He entered the mountain with white rice.

Moo = pig

Gai = chicken

Kai = egg

Fuktong = pumpkin

Child:"Mea doo falang!"
Falang: "Mai chai pon la mai! Pom phen khon! (pom phen ma kuatet)"

Falang = guava and a foreigner.

Child: Ma, look, a foreigner!
Foreigner: I'm not a fruit! I'm a human!! (I'm a tomato)

Heeee!!

My birthday was lovely, I had a couple people over for dinner and ice cream cake. And there's still leftover ice cream cake in the freezer . . .mmmm . . . so worth the 350 baht.

I also got all my hairs cut, and was a bum. I'm going to slowly rewatch Heroes season 1, because I can't get the new eps fast enough. Then I'm going to lend them to Heike, so we can be nerds together. :D She apparently watches Atlantis, or did back in Germany, so I've got to get her caught up on that. If I come back, I'm bringing a lot of my DVDs, or rather ripping them to an external hard drive. :D

Wednesday is the thing at the ballroom, where we have to play dinner music for two hours. Or rather, Kraig and the students have to provide two hours worth of music. I just have to look pretty, turn pages for Boat, and play the guiro on Girl from Ipanema. :D I suppose I'm a pinch hitter if something happens, but eh. :D I have a pretty new black dress to wear, with a pretty pink pashmina. And I even bought a curling iron. *sings* I feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and bright! . . .

Yes, I'm in a silly mood.

I miss home a lot. And it's nice to know I'm missed, judging from the 60 emails that showed up in my inbox over the weekend. But I also realized that there are people here that are glad I'm here. It's tough- there are things I miss about home that just drive me INSANE.

Let's see if this posts . . .