Operation Indochine Phase 1. It's amazing what one can find in one's own backyard, and calling it backyard is an understatement. It's not exactly the best of worlds where ive been to but I have fallen deeply in love with it, and within a couple of days, what are the chances? I fault myself for not yet appreciating travels into Europe or otherwise but i cannot comprehend why one choose to see some far off place without first experiencing for oneself what's in the immediate region? I wonder if anyone has ever pondered it before but we are politically segregated to the point that we fail to see that we're not as much different as the other. Take for example Malaysians and Singaporeans. A third party can't tell us apart unless you are one of us. We know our differences yet we're more similar than we actually choose to admit. Take another example, last year end I was a Thai-Chinese who was refused entry into the seedy gogo-bars of Bangkok; this year i changed my ethnicity to Vietnamese only to realise that i jolly-well could have been Cambodian by birth. Im sure the etymological discussion of such abstract themes in cultural identity have been debated in some undergrad paper or dramatised in some local plays about urban alienation.
I told Comrade Shah i really need to see it for myself in a couple of years time and im gonna put my foot down on it, call it a soul-searching phase or whatever one wants but it's gonna happen.
I told Comrade Shah i really need to see it for myself in a couple of years time and im gonna put my foot down on it, call it a soul-searching phase or whatever one wants but it's gonna happen.
Daily Level 4 debrief at Xuan Moi
V-C Yang airing his armpits.
Pho noodles.
Tumultuous road to independence.
The Russians gave us some weapons.
Photographers and journalists who went missing during the Viet Nam War.
I'd die to have my face here if I were in the war.
They didn't make the camera bullet-proof.
Im not fat. The hole is really very small.
Tunnel Rats. The Americans had it tough with their large built, coupled with their SBOs. That's how the little Asians won the war.
Local guide visibly amused by the Singaporean soldier.
Time to re-think your sissy SAF training.
Told you they had Vodka help.
More tunnelling. The second tunnels had little fruit bats.
I couldnt turn back for save of the male ego. >.<
Tapioca.
AK-47. Too much recoil.
Kopitiam brewery. They freaking brewed their own beer can?
That's what they do. Sleep in the streets, busy traffic notwithstanding.
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