Ketchup fried rice sounds pretty disgusting. it's on the menu at the place across the street that I get mango and sticky rice from and I just can't imagine what that would be like other than completely gross. Speaking of mango and sticky rice, it might be the sole reason why I won't be losing any weight while here in Thailand. Oh well.
On a completely unrelated topic, but on point with the title of this entry, I've gotten pretty accustomed to the Asian way of not putting toilet paper in the toilet. I occasionally slip up and put it in the toilet instead of the basket but I'm a Westerner, what can you expect? On the train here there were two bathrooms, a regular toilet and a squatter. I'm pretty glad that there aren't a lot of squatters here. In India, they were everywhere. They take a little getting used to and on the train it was pretty tough because that fucker wasn't very stable. Both the toilet and the squatter had no tank/flushing, there were just holes that went out the bottom of the train. At the houseboat this weekend they had the same system, only into the lake. You had to fill a pot of water that sat in a large barrel in the bathroom to "flush" it. I didn't really think about it until a little later, but that went right into our swimming lake. I mean, I guess there was a slight distance between the bathrooms of the houses/rooms and where we were swimming but not really. There was a lot of shower scrubbing when I got home.
I started level two today. So far we've just reviewed what we learned last week. We have a new teacher named Dao. She's very nice, and giggles a lot, but I don't think she understands everything we're saying and we definitely don't understand everything she says. Melissa asked her what she did this weekend and she said 'I don't know' which I is doubt is possible. She just doesn't know much English. She seems to be a good teacher and has been doing massage for a while, from all we've been able to gather. She did, however, fall asleep today while I was working on Melissa. It's totally fine since we're just reviewing last week's stuff but we'll probably need her help when learning new things. There are only two level 1 students this week and neither plan on continuing. There are four people left taking level three and then the teacher training program students. It's going to be pretty quiet at school next week.
On our ride home from the lake Warner dared me to eat the flower that was behind my ear, so I did. I told him that generally I will do anything if dared. I very rarely refuse a challenge. Last year Christina and Erin Armstong told me that they didn't think I would go up to the dude we call Ryan Gosling and ask him to make out with me, so I did. I'm just too competitive to lose and not going through with a dare is kind of losing. We can also refer to the bug, as I really didn't think I could do, but I said I would so... Melissa and Warner "triple dog dared" me to show them my boobs, so I did. I don't think I've done that since New Orleans with Sharon all those years ago. I'm sorta worried what this will lead to. Hopefully they forget all about this dare thing.
I've stopped taking so many pictures. I mean, who really wants to see a photograph of me waiting for the taxi to school or writing post cards and doing laundry and going to the grocery store. It becomes less of an exciting vacation and more regular life and regular life isn't really as interesting. I don't want to go back to real regular life just yet. Good thing I have two more weeks here.
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