<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12841958/posts/full</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 27 Oct 2006 02:53:43 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Journal of the Unintelligent</title><description></description><link>http://trish.clickfeet.com</link><managingEditor>trish leo</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>15</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12841958/posts/full/115027968318897645</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Jul 2006 10:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-18T18:06:37.703+07:00</atom:updated><title>Dear friends,

I am still alive. Though I know thi...</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Dear friends,&lt;br />&lt;br />I am still alive. Though I know this blog has been dead for awhile. Other things have taken priority lately. But I can sefaly say tht this blog will be up &amp;amp; running next month with (hopefully) a new look. Ive resigned from the circus so its time for a new theme. Anyway, I think ive outgrown this blog (I said outgrown, not matured) so its about time. So heres to new beginnings. Amen&lt;br />&lt;br />Btw, to all my fellas at home, my new number is +016-3305891&lt;br />&lt;br />trish@trishleo.com&lt;/div></description><link>http://trish.clickfeet.com/2006/07/dear-friends-i-am-still-alive.html</link><author>trish leo</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12841958/posts/full/114285242202023969</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Mar 2006 10:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-03-20T18:00:22.090+07:00</atom:updated><title>I was actually happy this weekend. Some friends i ...</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">I was actually happy this weekend. Some friends i havent seen in ages were here in Pattaya for music festival (yeah, i ran back to thailand...thts where ive been for the last month). It was great...i woke up on saturday morning positively beaming and sunday morning &amp; today. It was exactly what I needed to face going back to KL...&lt;br />&lt;br />But all it took was one conversation with my mother today to kill it....&lt;/div></description><link>http://trish.clickfeet.com/2006/03/i-was-actually-happy-this-weekend.html</link><author>trish leo</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12841958/posts/full/114235028301923570</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 15:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-03-14T22:31:23.110+07:00</atom:updated><title>Im so so so so lonely...

Just when things pick up...</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Im so so so so lonely...&lt;br />&lt;br />Just when things pick up a little, it plunges even deeper...&lt;/div></description><link>http://trish.clickfeet.com/2006/03/im-so-so-so-so-lonely.html</link><author>trish leo</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12841958/posts/full/114155196792385839</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Mar 2006 19:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-03-05T16:50:13.446+07:00</atom:updated><title>Unravel...</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Its rather tragic when you have nobody to share your day with. Its not like I did much...But it would still be nice to have a witness to my life. I suppose that's why people have friends and get married and stuff. To have witnesses to their lives...&lt;br />&lt;br />When I was 17, I used to wonder what it would be like when I die. Not the "life beyond" question, but more of the "life left behind" question. What would my funeral be like? Would it be like "Big Fish" when suddenly all this separate parts of my life converge &amp; my life as a whole picture is revealed?...Although I didn't have "Big Fish" as a reference then.&lt;br />&lt;br />But I guess the thought still holds. I imagine my friends from school who have only known me the way I was then, my friends from the circus who I have worked with for a year now &amp;amp; still have no idea who I really am, my friends from my theatre days, my friends from Thailand, my friends from the old church days, friends from college, friends I met thru Danny...All separate entities that have almost never connected.&lt;br />&lt;br />I wonder how my ex-boyfriends will react to each other. Will it be revealed that I was actually dating 2 or more of them simultaneously? How will my extended family react when my friends stick lit Marlboro Lights on my grave instead of candles. Will they accept in the way Joey's parents did? But then again, Joey's parents not only allowed my neighbourhood friends &amp; I to stick ciggies &amp;amp; pour beer on his grave. They buried his with his porn collection in casket, cellphone in hand &amp;amp; Tupac playing at the funeral. I'm guessing my family would freak out. Nobody in my extended family even knows I smoke!&lt;br />&lt;br />I wonder how many parts of my life I have kept secret...From some of them...From all of them&lt;/div></description><link>http://trish.clickfeet.com/2006/03/unravel.html</link><author>trish leo</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12841958/posts/full/113991541052529229</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Feb 2006 11:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-14T18:10:10.630+07:00</atom:updated><title>Thank you all for your kind thoughts. I am not dea...</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Thank you all for your kind thoughts. I am not dead yet (though I might as well be)...I wont be contactable on my number for a while. Just leave a msg...&lt;/div></description><link>http://trish.clickfeet.com/2006/02/thank-you-all-for-your-kind-thoughts.html</link><author>trish leo</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12841958/posts/full/113967431636967395</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2006 16:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-11T23:14:34.486+07:00</atom:updated><title>...</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">He took a week's vacation to forget her&lt;br />She took a week's worth of valium and slept&lt;br />&lt;br />&lt;br />&lt;br />&lt;br />Now he's guilt stricken sobbing with his head on the floor&lt;br />thinks about her now and how he never really wept&lt;br />&lt;br />&lt;br />&lt;br />&lt;br />I hope.....&lt;/div></description><link>http://trish.clickfeet.com/2006/02/blog-post.html</link><author>trish leo</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12841958/posts/full/113748464008433782</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jan 2006 07:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-17T14:57:20.156+07:00</atom:updated><title>Kuala Lumpur!</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">I'm home! Totally weird to be back. I know I haven't been gone for long but it still feels weird.&lt;br />&lt;br />I'm missing Thailand like crazy. Something which I didn't expect because I was so eager to come home. Having a holiday in Thailand &amp;amp; working/living in Thailand are really two very different things...Well, I love Thailand but I suppose there's no place like home?&lt;br />&lt;p>&lt;strong>Anyway, heres my new number +6017-409 7517&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>&lt;/div></description><link>http://trish.clickfeet.com/2006/01/kuala-lumpur.html</link><author>trish leo</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12841958/posts/full/113722273901605207</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2006 07:12:19 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-14T14:16:41.586+07:00</atom:updated><title>Dear all, I'm coming back to Kuala Lumpur tomorrow...</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">&lt;p>&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 100px; FLOAT: left; COLOR: #ffa500; LINE-HEIGHT: 70px; PADDING-TOP: 2px; FONT-FAMILY: Times, serif, Georgia">D&lt;/span>ear all, I'm coming back to Kuala Lumpur tomorrow!!!! Yeah, thats &amp;ldquo;I'm coming back&amp;rdquo; with four exclamation marks! The show in Pattaya ended last week. We have all been pretty much bumming around, playing tourists &amp;amp; tying up loose ends at work.&lt;/p>&lt;p>All circus staff, artistes &amp;amp; crew will be leaving Pattaya at 3am Sunday to our next show destination, Kuching, Sarawak. But me, I&amp;rsquo;ll be taking a few days of to snuggle up to my mama &amp;amp; my friends. &lt;/p>&lt;p>I'm gonna miss Thailand like bananas! Bittersweet parting&amp;hellip;&lt;/p>&lt;p>So heres to Pattaya, Sin City of Thailand &amp;amp; the lovely 3 months spent here&amp;hellip;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;font color="#ff7f00">Great sights&amp;hellip;&lt;/font>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="300" alt="Bye Pattya" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/bye_20Pattya_small1.jpg" width="225" align="textBottom" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;em>Temple on a hill, Sattahip&lt;/em>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="300" alt="Bye Pattya (1)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/bye_20Pattya_20_281_29_small.jpg" width="225" align="textBottom" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;em>Yeah, I made it to the top&amp;hellip;&amp;amp; almost died&lt;/em>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="240" alt="Bye Pattya (3)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/bye_20Pattya_20_283_29_small.jpg" width="320" align="textBottom" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;em>Buddha etched in gold on a hill&lt;/em>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="300" alt="Bye Pattya (4)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/bye_20Pattya_20_284_29_small.jpg" width="225" align="textBottom" border="1" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;em>Thai vineyard at Silverlake, Sattahip. Never knew Thailand had vineyards&amp;hellip;isn't it too hot?&lt;/em>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;font color="#ff7f00">Great wildlife&amp;hellip;&lt;/font>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="225" alt="Bye Pattya (6)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/bye_20Pattya_20_286_29_small.jpg" width="300" align="textBottom" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;em>Freaky lil starfish&lt;/em>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="225" alt="Bye Pattya (7)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/bye_20Pattya_20_287_29_small.jpg" width="300" align="middle" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;em>This ain't a fakie&amp;hellip;it floated down the beach&amp;hellip;Puffer fish?&lt;/em>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="225" alt="Bye Pattya (5)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/bye_20Pattya_20_285_29_small.jpg" width="300" align="textBottom" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;em>The wildest of all Pattaya wildlife. Brian aka Toe.&lt;/em>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;font color="#ff7f00">Great Drama&amp;hellip;&lt;/font>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="225" alt="Bye Pattya (13)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/bye_20Pattya_20_2813_29_small.jpg" width="300" align="textBottom" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;em>Since yall love it so much, I&amp;rsquo;ll say it again. Sweaty men with big hoses.&lt;/em>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="225" alt="Bye Pattya (14)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/bye_20Pattya_20_2814_29_small.jpg" width="300" align="textBottom" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;em>Flood on opening night at Pattaya 3rd Road&lt;/em>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="225" alt="Bye Pattya (15)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/bye_20Pattya_20_2815_29_small.jpg" width="300" align="textBottom" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;em>Hours before the first show&lt;/em>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;strong>&lt;font color="#ff7f00">And most of all, great friends&amp;hellip;&lt;/font>&lt;/strong>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="225" alt="Bye Pattya (8)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/bye_20Pattya_20_288_29_small.jpg" width="300" align="textBottom" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;em>Tukta. Angel from Pattaya.&lt;/em>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="225" alt="Bye Pattya (18)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/bye_20Pattya_20_2818_29_small.jpg" width="300" align="textBottom" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;em>Circus temps at Lucifer. A night worthy of the devil!&lt;/em>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="225" alt="Bye Pattya (16)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/bye_20Pattya_20_2816_29_small.jpg" width="300" align="textBottom" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;em>Thai style. There are &lt;strong>4&lt;/strong> of us riding on&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong>one&lt;/strong> bike&amp;hellip;without helmets!&lt;/em>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="225" alt="Bye Pattya (17)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/bye_20Pattya_20_2817_29_small.jpg" width="300" align="textBottom" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;em>Beer &amp;amp; the beach&amp;hellip;*sigh&lt;/em>&lt;/p>&lt;/div></description><link>http://trish.clickfeet.com/2006/01/dear-all-im-coming-back-to-kuala.html</link><author>trish leo</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12841958/posts/full/113714023203958025</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jan 2006 08:17:12 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-13T15:32:21.826+07:00</atom:updated><title>Adventures of female travelling alone Pt 2</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">&lt;p>&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 100px; FLOAT: left; COLOR: #7fffd4; LINE-HEIGHT: 70px; PADDING-TOP: 2px; FONT-FAMILY: Times, serif, Georgia">I&lt;/span>'m such a slacker. I shoulda coulda woulda posted but (insert lame excuse here). Anyway, as promised, here is part 2 of my great New Years Adventure! *roaring applause*&lt;/p>&lt;p>Yall already know what happened in &lt;a href="http://trish.clickfeet.com/2006/01/adventures-of-female-travelling-alone.html" target="_blank">Bangkok&lt;/a>. That was the wholesome part. After a painful 14 hour bus ride, a huge bunch of cranky tourist (thats me)&amp;nbsp;arrived in Surat Thani to take connecting busses to our various destinations. By then I was so bored I was talking to stray dogs&amp;hellip;wait&amp;hellip;I do that anyway.&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="188" alt="Greenspirit (1)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/greenspirit_20_281_29_small.jpg" width="250" align="left" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>Thats me &amp;amp; Paul brushing our teeth by the side of the road. We brushed our teeth so vigorously tht the pic came out all motion blurred. Please note that at that point, this was the most interesting thing to happen.&lt;/p>&lt;p>Of course things picked up by the time I reached Krabi.&amp;nbsp;Greg &amp;amp; I&amp;nbsp;(random dude on the same route) headed straight to the Greenspirit party site. We were already a day late for the 3 day fest. This was the party at 11am.&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="188" alt="Greenspirit (2)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/greenspirit_20_282_29_small.jpg" width="250" align="left" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>Those who weren't wasted yet were working on it&amp;hellip;but Greg &amp;amp; I were at breaking point after the bus ride. So we hibernated in our lil hut in the middle of a village somewhere at the outskirts of Ao Nang in Krabi.&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="188" alt="Greenspirit (3)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/greenspirit_20_283_29_small.jpg" width="250" align="left" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>Cute eh? They had the most novel concept of large random insects as welcoming crew &amp;amp; chickens as alarm clocks. We stumbled onto this place by sheer accident. After half an hour of hunting for&amp;nbsp;rooms. I prefer this to any motel!&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="188" alt="Greenspirit (4)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/greenspirit_20_284_29_small.jpg" width="250" align="left" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>Instead of falling asleep to the sound of crickets, frogs &amp;amp; other miniscule beings, we &lt;em>woke up&lt;/em> to it. When we got back to the party site, we were greeted by&amp;hellip;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="188" alt="Greenspirit (5)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/greenspirit_20_285_29_small.jpg" width="250" align="left" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="188" alt="Greenspirit (6)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/greenspirit_20_286_29_small.jpg" width="250" align="left" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="188" alt="Green" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/green_small.jpg" width="250" align="left" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>It was absofuckinglutely excellent. I don't have many pics of the party cos my camera battery tragically died on me. Greg took excellent photos though. But he lost his camera&amp;hellip;&amp;amp; he lost his mind. Me? I just lost my shoes. &lt;/p>&lt;p>If only I knew how to describe how superb duper whacked the party was&amp;hellip;oh wait&amp;hellip;I have a pic that can do that for me&amp;hellip;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="333" alt="Greenspirit" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/greenspirit_small.jpg" width="250" align="left" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;br />&lt;/p>&lt;p>Bad acid trip&amp;hellip;but thts just one guy.&lt;/p>&lt;p>Check out pics from the &lt;a href="http://www.wannasplace.com/gallery/?list=1&amp;amp;page=all" target="_blank">official gallery&lt;/a>&amp;nbsp;for a more accurate idea of the party. &lt;a href="http://www.hotel-krabi.com/greenspirit//" target="_blank">Greenspirit&lt;/a> will be back again next year! And so will I!&lt;/p>&lt;/div></description><link>http://trish.clickfeet.com/2006/01/adventures-of-female-travelling-alone_13.html</link><author>trish leo</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12841958/posts/full/113674873121412529</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2006 19:32:11 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-09T02:51:04.573+07:00</atom:updated><title>Hot stuff!</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">&lt;p>&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 100px; FLOAT: left; COLOR: #ff8c00; LINE-HEIGHT: 70px; PADDING-TOP: 2px; FONT-FAMILY: Times, serif, Georgia">I&lt;/span> realise have not spoken about the circus in a while now. Thats probably cos my heart &amp;amp; head is already back home in Kuala Lumpur. Only this sad body of mine is stuck at the office in the circus. But thats another story&amp;hellip;&lt;/p>&lt;p>Anyway, as it always is in the circus, today was an interesting day. We had a huge fire at an empty lot beside the circus! What a way to mark the end of our stint in Pattaya &amp;amp; our tour of Thailand. We are literally leaving with a bang!&lt;/p>&lt;p>Some unknown being&amp;nbsp;started a small fire just outside the circus to burn garbage or something. But by the time anyone even noticed the tiny bonfire, it turned into a huge raging bushfire that was threatening to reach the circus containers&amp;hellip;&lt;/p>&lt;p>The circus crew were rushing out with fire extinguishers. Fire engines spilled onto circus grounds. Sirens were blaring. Light were flashing. In short? Drama&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="135" alt="Fire (3)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/fire_20_283_29_small1.jpg" width="180" align="textBottom" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="135" alt="Fire (4)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/fire_20_284_29_small.jpg" width="180" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="135" alt="Fire (1)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/fire_20_281_29_small.jpg" width="180" align="textBottom" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="135" alt="Fire (5)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/fire_20_285_29_small.jpg" width="180" align="textBottom" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="135" alt="Fire (2)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/fire_20_282_29_small.jpg" width="180" align="textBottom" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="135" alt="Fire (6)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/fire_20_286_29_small.jpg" width="180" align="textBottom" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="135" alt="Fire" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/fire_small.jpg" width="180" align="textBottom" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>Give me some hot stuff baby! Sweaty men with big hoses swarming around! Yeah baby! Hmmmhmmm! *swoon and faint dead away*&lt;/p>&lt;p>I will post Part 2 of my adventures after I get over this porno episode&amp;hellip;&lt;/p>&lt;/div></description><link>http://trish.clickfeet.com/2006/01/hot-stuff.html</link><author>trish leo</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12841958/posts/full/113656752226218366</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jan 2006 17:12:02 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-09T02:48:28.866+07:00</atom:updated><title>Bad bad me</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">&lt;p>&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 100px; FLOAT: left; COLOR: black; LINE-HEIGHT: 70px; PADDING-TOP: 2px; FONT-FAMILY: Times, serif, Georgia">I&lt;/span>'m getting worse &amp;amp; worse at blogging. I've been back from my adventure for a few days already. It was heaven! But as it goes in life, all good things must come to an end.&lt;/p>&lt;p>I arrived at the circus a bit later than expected &amp;amp; it was straight to the office for me. Work was already piled &amp;amp; waiting. So I've had to put off blogging about my amazing time in Bangkok &amp;amp; Krabi. Now I'm just feeling under the weather so I&amp;rsquo;ll have to put it off a bit more. &lt;/p>&lt;/div></description><link>http://trish.clickfeet.com/2006/01/bad-bad-me.html</link><author>trish leo</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12841958/posts/full/113662047966093717</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2006 07:54:39 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-09T02:47:22.140+07:00</atom:updated><title>Adventures of female travelling alone Pt 1</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">&lt;p>&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 100px; FLOAT: left; COLOR: white; LINE-HEIGHT: 70px; PADDING-TOP: 2px; FONT-FAMILY: Times, serif, Georgia">O&lt;/span>kay! Here it is, my verdict: Bangkok is fabulous! It&amp;rsquo;s like being home&amp;hellip;but with a twist. Although I was only there for a day, I was totally taken!&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="240" alt="Adventure (1)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/adventure_20_281_29_small.jpg" width="180" align="left" border="2" />&amp;nbsp;Since it was the first time I was travelling&lt;br />&amp;nbsp;alone, I did as I pleased, saw what I wanted&lt;br />&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; all at my own pace. I admit I spent most of&lt;br />&amp;nbsp;my time on Khao Sarn Road which is pretty&lt;br />&amp;nbsp;much backpackers haven. It was a bit&lt;br />&amp;nbsp;comforting for me to be around fellow English&lt;br />&amp;nbsp;speaking travellers&amp;hellip;I was scared okay!&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;This is the view from my room&amp;hellip;totally bustling!&lt;br />&amp;nbsp;Just my kinda thing. I like being around activity.&lt;br />&amp;nbsp;Even if I don't want to participate, its nice to&lt;br />&amp;nbsp;know its there. &lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>Fittingly, the moment I arrived, I checked in &amp;amp; headed to a club called &lt;a href="http://www.bangkok.com/nightlife/party-zone-clubs-and-bars.html" target="_blank">Flix in RCA&lt;/a> to meet a friend &amp;amp; it was fab! Clubbing in Bangkok is waves above any other part of Thailand.&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="135" alt="Adventure (2)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/adventure_20_282_29_small.jpg" width="180" align="left" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;This is pretty much the &lt;strong>&lt;em>only&lt;/em>&lt;/strong> clear picture I have of that night&amp;hellip;might have gotten a lil tipsy&amp;hellip;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="240" alt="Adventure (3)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/adventure_20_283_29_small.jpg" width="167" align="left" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;I spent the next day wasting time in&lt;br />&amp;nbsp;Khao Sarn while waiting for my evening&lt;br />&amp;nbsp;bus to Krabi. Its amazing what you can&lt;br />&amp;nbsp;buy on Khao Sarn. I was rather tempted&lt;br />&amp;nbsp;by the drivers license. That would totally&lt;br />&amp;nbsp;strike a big one of my resolution list for&lt;br />&amp;nbsp;the year. &lt;/p>&lt;p align="right">&lt;em>&lt;font size="2">&lt;img height="120" alt="Adventures" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/adventures_small.jpg" width="94" align="right" border="2" />I had no idea Brad Pitt was living two lives. Someone call Jolie.&lt;/font>&lt;/em>&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;br />Anyway,&amp;nbsp;after hours of nothing in Khao Sarn, I decided to start taking in the sights. I didn't have a map or a Lonely Planet or anything. I just started walking. My strategy actually worked. I &amp;ldquo;accidentally&amp;rdquo; found a museum&amp;hellip;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="200" alt="Adventure (6)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/adventure_20_286_29_small.jpg" width="150" align="left" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>Okay, thats me at the museum&amp;hellip;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;br />&lt;br />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="200" alt="Adventure (4)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/adventure_20_284_29_small.jpg" width="150" align="left" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>And that is a picture of one of the things I saw at the museum&amp;hellip;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>Then I walked some more &amp;amp; I found a tiny Buddhist temple&amp;hellip;so wandered around till a temple caretaker told me there was a bigger temple behind it. Then I walked into this&amp;hellip;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="240" alt="Adventure (5)" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/adventure_20_285_29_small.jpg" width="180" align="left" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="240" alt="Adventure" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/adventure_small.jpg" width="320" align="left" border="2" />&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p>&lt;p>It was absolutely amazing! I actually felt chills down my spine when I walked in. Then I felt overcome by awe. And there were a whole other bunch of emotions but lets not get carried away.&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;em>To be continued&amp;hellip;&lt;/em>&lt;/p>&lt;/div></description><link>http://trish.clickfeet.com/2006/01/adventures-of-female-travelling-alone.html</link><author>trish leo</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12841958/posts/full/113593665973677042</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Dec 2005 09:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-12-30T16:57:39.816+07:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Freaking New Year!</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Dear friends, family &amp; fellow bloggers who are just passing thru, I have already embarked on the first leg of my journey to say a hearty &amp;amp; passionate goodbye to 2005. It hasn't been a good year for me &amp; probably for some of you as well. But I am relieved &amp;amp; excited as the year has almost ended. Good riddance to bad rubbish I say.&lt;br />&lt;br />So here's to 2006! May this coming year be great for us all! *virtual cheers*&lt;br />&lt;br />And here's to my big backpacking adventure! And returning safely in one piece of course...*more virtual cheers*&lt;br />&lt;br />Now lets hope I don't do something stupid like miss my bus or get hopelessly lost or something. Otherwise all this will be one huge embarrassment.&lt;br />&lt;br />Love &amp;amp; hugs from Bangkok!&lt;/div></description><link>http://trish.clickfeet.com/2005/12/happy-freaking-new-year.html</link><author>trish leo</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12841958/posts/full/113584441390895824</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Dec 2005 08:20:13 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-12-29T15:20:14.266+07:00</atom:updated><title>I won!</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">&lt;p>Holy crap! Guess wht? I won the &lt;a href="http://veggiebabe4.blogspot.com/2005/12/psycho-killer-quest-que-cest-talking.html">Serial Killer Colouring Contest&lt;/a>! Yay! Merry Christmas to me &amp;amp; Happy New Year to all!! This is the lovely prize I get to flaunt on my blog.&lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;a href="http://mail.yahoo.com/config/login?/" psycho-killer-quest-que-cest-talking.html?? 12 2005 veggiebabe4.blogspot.com http:>&lt;img height="240" alt="serialkilleraward" src="http://static.flickr.com/39/78709276_861a2f83b8_m.jpg" width="171" />&lt;/a>&lt;/p>&lt;p>And this is my gorgeous entry tht kicked all the other entry&amp;rsquo;s asses&amp;hellip;well all cept for one. &lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="240" alt="Killer" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/killer_small1.jpg" width="320" align="textBottom" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;/div></description><link>http://trish.clickfeet.com/2005/12/i-won.html</link><author>trish leo</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12841958/posts/full/113577404292016802</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Dec 2005 12:47:22 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-12-29T11:01:54.076+07:00</atom:updated><title>Female travelling alone...</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">&lt;p>&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 100px; FLOAT: left; COLOR: greenyellow; LINE-HEIGHT: 70px; PADDING-TOP: 2px; FONT-FAMILY: Times, serif, Georgia">H&lt;/span>alf an hour ago, I was wildly excited about my upcoming trip to Krabi for &lt;a href="http://www.hotel-krabi.com/greenspirit//">Green Spirit&lt;/a>.&amp;nbsp;I have put off all planning till the last moment just in case I cant make it. But so far everything looks clear ahead. &lt;/p>&lt;p>So today I started making proper efforts to book my travel. Seems tht the trains &amp;amp; flights are&amp;nbsp;fully booked. I&amp;rsquo;m not surprised &amp;amp; not too worried. Its peak season after all. Made an inquiry with the bus station today &amp;amp; turns out you can only buy tickets on the day of travel. So looks like I&amp;rsquo;ll only find out tomorrow if I can travel to Bangkok at 6 or 7pm&amp;nbsp;as planned.&lt;/p>&lt;p>Now for the next leg of travel which is from Bangkok to Krabi, I&amp;rsquo;m gonna have to go to Khao Sarn Road in Bangkok &amp;amp; work to get a bus from there. From wht I heard, there are busses from Khao Sarn to Krabi everyday at 6pm. I'm obviously gonna miss tht bus&amp;nbsp;if I&amp;rsquo;m only leaving Pattaya at 6pm, but if I take the next one on 30th, I will only arrive in Krabi on 31st. But the party starts on 30th! &lt;/p>&lt;p>&lt;img height="479" alt="MainMap" src="http://www.clickfeet.com/trish/pictures/MainMap_small.jpg" width="250" align="textBottom" border="2" />&lt;/p>&lt;p>That&amp;rsquo;s my travel plans in lurid pink. At the very worst, New Years in Bangkok can&amp;rsquo;t be tht bad. It&amp;rsquo;s weird travelling alone though.&lt;/p>&lt;/div></description><link>http://trish.clickfeet.com/2005/12/bring-on-new-year-i-hate-this-year.html</link><author>trish leo</author></item></channel></rss>