Saturday, December 26, 2009

Whay Are People Posting Numbers On Facebook?

Stories bizarre little brother


Hello!

Unfortunately, I no longer write as much. The government blocked Blogger.com, the site I use to write my blogs.
But beware the Communist con, I have more than one trick in my bag!

So, little brother came to visit me for almost 2 weeks. What do you do with a little brother who comes to visit you in Vietnam? Bah, I did not know either ... I park in a corner of my room in a sleeping bag and I have visited a few.

crazy Moments:

- Walking in a neighborhood ladle, I see people congregating. Awesome I tell myself! I pull the little brother by the sleeve and told him to come and see the street artist. Surely a juggler or something. As I approached, I perceive that people flocked around a cadaver. Yes, yes, a guy who had just died. I pull the little brother's sleeve to get to the other side. The little brother said,''I want to see the street performer too!''. We will see the next time I replied while continuing to grow.

- A younger brother, AC has no idea how to navigate with a map.

- One night, the little brother is supposed to return to 18. It is almost 20h and no news of the little brother. Suddenly, you start to think that the little brother is like under your responsibility. I've always been lucky in travel and is easy when you have only yourself to think and to look after. So you begin to decide what engoisser and words used to tell your parents on the phone that you lost the little brother. And that's where the little brother comes whistling hands in his pockets. ''Where were you?''. Ah, bin ... I walked there ....

But it was still the same great adventures. Different but interesting!

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Nike Jogging Suit Rn 56323

Things # 39 Christmas in Vietnam

- There are Q-tips around ... In the locker room at the gym, washrooms in some restaurants ... When you finish you cut your hair, what do we offer you? Q-tips! Sometimes I wash my ears in the restaurant ... Or I let my hairdresser I wash them. Why? I do not know. Maybe to tell it to my children later.

- Celine Dion is really big.

- The Vietnamese have no idea what hockey, or Frisbee.

- Facebook is increasingly banned.

- Vietnam won a gold medal at the last Olympics ... in ... lifting dumbbells ... and yes, they are small but callibine.

- Vietnamese is the most copious quantities of immigrants in Poland. The thing even more strange is that the government is in trouble because many Vietnamese tourists taking the identity of family members dead (which holds Polish citizenship) to be legally resident in Poland. They can not prove that the person of 20 years is not the person of 80 years. The story does not say what happens to the body.

- The Laughing Cow is really big here.

- I'm in a Vietnamese commercial television. Click here to view .

- I participated in a''photo-shoot''

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Linsey Dawn Im Back Hard?




As the first flakes fell on Montreal temperature in Vietnam is still above 30 ° c.

I do not think I was expecting nothing of Christmas in Vietnam. Most non-Catholic has no connection with this festival. The month of November this place without much flafla. And then, like anything, some Christmas trees appear here and there in the mall. And suddenly, a few Christmas carols are lost in front of bakeries.

One of my shocks in Mexico was to see Christmas decorations taken directly from the United States. See penguins skating under a palm tree, a fake snowman in front of a restaurant taco. Well, here in Asia is even more unreal. Snowflakes in the windows of cafes, trees in the waiting rooms ... And as I work and live in the''center''of the very city I'm in the thick of it. Outside the center, almost nothing.

is still good to have my little piece of Christmas. But I think it's almost better than being knocked on all radio channels, the same Christmas songs for 7 weeks. Anyway, time will tell me.

And what do the Vietnamese by Christmas? Well, Christmas is a kind of American icon here. That's the thing''IN''. That's what people do on television, in American movies. So on Christmas day, everyone comes into the center of the city before the big center purchase, it disguises the children as Santa Claus and we take pictures in front of Christmas trees. It's more for the''snapshot''other things. Still, I have not heard of Vietnamese version of Christmas carols! (To be continued)

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Poptropica Get 10000 Credits

Highlights

Many things are happening now. Here's a summary.

- The Vietnamese government has decided to ban Facebook and Blogger (the program to post blogs, including mine!) Why? Well, some say it's because some were funny blogs and messages VERY critical of the government. Do not worry, there are ways around everything, but anyway, hello freedom of expression.

- It stopped raining for a month. During 4 months, he has rained all day and all of a sudden, more Pluit. For 3 days, he even made a little colder. This morning I woke up with a blanket on the back!! :) And yes, such as in cold countries! I slept with a blanket !!!!!! :)

- I just returned from a weekend by the sea I had 2 free nights at a luxury resort. Too bad the weather was not at the rendezvous. It was still the best room I've ever had!




- My friend Mathieu beast came to visit me for 4 days. What a pleasure to speak with a Quebecois old friend with a good beer! My best time in the month of November.

- The mushrooms are really cheap in Vietnam.

- A teenage boy named Jeremy comes to visit me in 2 weeks. I hope he starts to be afraid. Hehehe

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Brazilian Treatment Images

My work in photography




Wednesday, November 11, 2009

I Am Very Dry 4 Days Before Period

I am a small dog with a powder blue sweater knit.

I sat in my class Japanese. (And yes, it's been a month since I take 3 times a week, during Japanese). On Wednesday, the professor is Vietnamese. Other days, the teacher is Japanese. So is Wednesday. I'm sitting in class. I am the only non-Vietnamese. We must come to turn in Japanese. When it's my turn, I introduce myself and to believe that I am Vietnamese. Everyone laughs. Everyone looks at me with big round eyes. The same eyes that look a little dog wearing a sweater. It's cute you a dog wearing a wool sweater?? Hey! Everyone looks at him, laughed, pointing at the ... It's funny because normally, a dog is its not a sweater. When he has one, it's as if we imitated. It's really cute.


So I'm a dog with a sweater. In my class that day, it seemed a lot that I was not Vietnamese. For a brief moment, everyone saw me as if I like them. As if I wore a wool sweater.

Imagine the scene. You're in downtown Montreal and you see a person of race very dark saying:''Estie is Latendresse pocket all the time su'l ass! Me, I swap it as fast as possible.'' It would be funny, right? It would be almost cute. Like a dog with a sweater.

Being in another culture, it makes me think about that. When I put a mask (H1N1) and I expect to red light, the world looks at me with a grin. When I see something strange and I say''Troi Oi!''(Oh my god), people start laughing and pointing at me. When I'm sitting in a restaurant of Vietnamese eat with my chopsticks, the Vietnamese talk to me pointing and smiling. I know what they say. ''Have you seen a dog wearing a sweater? He is cute! Looks like he is like us, but it is not like us.''

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Wrestling Outfit Ideas

FAQs

I try to follow the news every day in Quebec. Today, I was asked how it was happening here with the H1N1 ... Well ... nothing ... I also read the media in the region. I think I read two weeks ago a 16 year old had pogne but ... after coughing and took medication, he returned home. So, nothing nothing nothing. I hope you have fun in the queue.

A +

- Em Nic

Friday, October 30, 2009

Intimidating Quotes For Sports Shirts

Cultural Shock and old slippers



At a party warm October, I'm on a terrace''''''Party''for a starting 3 of my good friends who leave Vietnam for good. Still starts. I'm not complaining too much, that's life I chose. But this evening, there was a newcomer. Belgium. He stared at something in the air head. I asked him what was happening and he told me he is hallucinating, seeing the millions of electric son walking around in the air perpendicular to the street. Thousands of cables dangling all sorts and are moving in all directions. In the same breath, one of our friends told him to be careful while walking in the street because his friend got a shock Power Frolla one of these cables was a bit too low. I had a sort of creepy in the back. I do not even m'appercois there are thousands of son. They are part of the landscape ... as the roof of the house. And Belgium continues to set the sky. I
descents m'appercoit stairs and there are two children who sleep on a mattress between the crate of bottles of coke ... the second floor of the restaurant, between two tables. Because, here, usually, the family lives in the restaurant. In the evening, you look in the windows of shops and you see the mattresses and piled the family in front of a fan jostling for their piece of the mattress. And everything is normal rendering. It is part of quotidient.

...

Last week, I'll get my bicycle to the park. I hate this car. It's an old building désafecté. I smell moisisure and there's nothing clean. I hate people who work there. They look stupid. It does not concern me. Do not respond to my greetings. They leave my bicycle still below the large holes in the roof. That evening it rained. I'll get my bike, of course covered with water. At the left, I asked the lady to give me his towel to wipe it usually use my bench. She ignores me as usual. I am impatient and took myself I see the rag hanging on the wall and wipes my bench. It starts to run and make me signs that it is to wash the rag FIG. Criss. The guy arrives. I really hate him. He has a big jackass. It pogne nerves. Kicks off on my bicycle. Speaks loudly with words I do not understand. I'm leaving, but about being a good citizen, I will in a small shop and bought a new rag. Cute and more. With a price that these people can not afford. I'm back in the car park and a sign that the lady is far more that I leave a package on his''office''. It starts to run, opens the bag, looks at me with big eyes and gives me the bag. I motioned to him that I 'm sorry, it makes me happy, I want to give him the clothes. She begins to cry, give me back the bag. I laid upon her chair, makes him a smile and get ready to go. It POGNE nerves. Gives me the bag and shouted.
Well, what I did.
A client comes to me and say that the lady is supertisieuse and it's a lot of bad luck to receive a piece of cloth to wash her face ... Or something like that. I'm putting the lady even more cursed. And then I wonder why I kill me to endure all this ... Here I am the minority. Everyone's eyes follow me because I'm different. Sometimes, it's been shit.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Warcraft Spectral Tiger Mount

Contact Site ALBANIK

Here are the details you need to go to Google Maps to find, no problem, the site of Albanik:

41.208671,20.200703

Using Satellite version there are even home near the lake!

Eager to go back!

Good luck to all ...

Sunday, October 18, 2009

How Did My Sucker Fish Die?

Blog, not bling blang

"You who know,
you who loves you who are devoted
time, you
who surveyed the country, you who know
Agim and others who saw you
Porocan and Grabova,
be our ambassador "

Posted by jl emery Saturday, September 20, 2008 at 08: Route 38 in , Rough Guide.

Thank you and thank you again Jean-Luc, I had never read this message I have just discovered the site of the Backpacker.
That blog continues to arouse new Troubadours of Albania and I am filled!

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Does Healing Ringworm Look Like

The day I attend a wedding in Vietnam

Ok, ok. Clarification: It was not my wedding. Good. Now, let's start!

So on a Saturday, I go one step towards the joyous wedding of my colleague. On the invitation, it says 5:30. The first thing I'm told is to never arrived on time at a Vietnamese wedding. So, about 18:30, I go with one of my colleagues said marriage. So, you arrive at the hotel, there are 6 girls in wedding dress paid to stay motionless at each side of the door to welcome guests. You go up and there you have the chance to take a picture with the bride!

then returns you sit in the room. There, you wait until the world arrives late without receiving a beverage product (first shock ... they make you wait or not to use anything at your disposal). So talking about jase jase with the world is at your table. There is finally a drink. About 10% of the guests take a beer, still water or a coke. There are about 350 people invited.



And now, 3 girls with red umbrellas accompanied by Mr. effiminé go on stage to lip sync of a Vietnamese love song. The girls twirled umbrellas, guys are going the basin with a small plastic guitar, a few choreographed dance steps and there, a toune disco, full of light color and finally, the couple appear with new vêtememts (!). Then, the servers go up on stage, there are small fireworks that comes from the food and there was a right of first entry. The food is delicious and is served in 6 different departments. One dish at a time that everyone is sharing. During the meal, some friends of the couple will do karaoke. Say they are not all good singers ...
So we fill the front and at 20:30, you realize that half the world's gone and we are telling you they returned home. While there is still some food that happens, I left the scene. And yes, a marriage in Vietnam is about 1:30 in everything and everywhere. You come, you give your wedding gift, you're the face and you fill out again. Ouch right? No dance, no games, no message ... The bride is waiting for you out with another coat of another color. The balance sheet? I had a good evening. I ate well and everything but ... it seems to be a loser at home to 21h in the evening a wedding ... no? So this is another piece of my cultural integration.

you soon! Tan be!

- Anh Nic

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Dedicate Flowers In A Wedding Program

My new house

Here is my new home!



Being responsible for a rental in Vietnam brings more strange time ... I hope its not surprise you more. So every month we must write a paper on the numbers on the electricity meter and paste the paper on the wall outside the house. A lady pass, write the number and the week after, you receive an invoice in your box a trunk ...
often lack electricity, but more is vedge we had water cut off for 24 hours. Have no way of explanation. It is also the zoo neighbors. They are watching and following eye when you walk down the street. But last Saturday was our housewarming, it seems that they do not like us ... we and our 10 friends to sing and talk loudly to 11h30pm .. Anyway, that's what our landlord told us ... And it is here the world goes to bed early and waking up very early. That

voila, you are welcome home!

A +

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Ingestion Monoatomic Gold

Bye Bye home

In a few hours, I say''goodbye''to my''home''. For 6 months I lived in a pink house on Dinh Cong Trang street in Ho Chi Minh City. I'm moving on the streets Nguyen Thi Minh Khai. The weather is so strange here ... 6 months ... It sounds like 3 weeks or 6 years ... I have no relationship with time. I have a chance in Canada to my world reminds me how fast the planet rotates. Menfin.

Things I will miss:
- The little guy who lives in my building who was so shy and now I repeat the 3 words he knows in English and asks me 3 questions that I know Vietnamese.
- My landlady who washed my sheets and put me some sheets with pink bunnies and rainbows.
- From the Old Madam who sells me smiling egg sandwiches to 20cents.
- The lady who sells coffee in the street and my present to her husband and two children.
- From the lady who looks at me with a look at weird whenever I ask him to serve me ca noodle soup. She seems not to be able to design a white can eat the same thing as the others.
- the restaurant has Vietnamese crepe at the corner of the street that was my good fortune on Sunday afternoon
- The market has two steps from the house that sells everything and anything
- At the large park across the street where I could breathe some fresh air''almost.''

Things I do not bored:
- From $% * ss church across the street from us who rang its bells in the morning 4hour and after every hour ... and not Tappeti ringtones ... nenon ... about 1minute30 Ding dong on different melodies. And god knows why but my internet cut when the bells ring.
- From the drunk who lives down the street next to my building and was not too bad when he was sociable pact weekend.
- From bell ringing I need to get into the building when I come home after 11hpm. I felt bad to wake the grandmother 2am.
- A light that turns over in my bathroom.
- From my internet connection which makes me so anointed

What's nice is that all the shops near my house sell things at the right price because they know that if they give me the real price, I'll see them back. What I do.

A second wind in my internship. A new home. I'll let you know!

A +

- Anh Nic

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Ice Cream By Inebrya Colors

Lessons of Vietnam

Thursday, September 10, 2009

What To Write In Hens Card

The world is really strange (bis)

I guess after all this time, you think that Nicolas now understand all of Vietnam ...

Think again. I'm so confused every day! There are so many things I do not understand! Aie Aie Aie!

Need more examples?
- At the supermarket, they scotchent'''' objects not report on the property so that you buy them. For example, they will''tape''a drink on a shampoo bottle or a bag of peanut on a bottle of water. (The product paste is free with the purchase of another).
- Here, the leg (toes) chicken is a delicacy sought
- Bread is very bad in Asia .. they sliced bread, bread stick'',''the sweet bread with raisins, but I have not yet found a good bread.
- They have a mad obsession about marriage
- Urinating in the street is a common practice ... that you're a man or a woman
- I eat everything with soy sauce
- I eat everything with fish sauce (fish sauce)

- Yesterday, I went to dinner with my theater group. I have received my plate and our producer wonder what is wrong when she sees me make my big eyes pork chop ... This is the first time I eat potatoes looted past 6 months I retorted ... What do you mean??, Tells me you it! (She is also Canadian). That evening I ate with a fork and a knife! There was even some pepper and salt on the table! Like in the movies! I almost forgot how to eat without a wand! Since my arrival, I ate without exaggeration (and excluding sandwiches) can be 5 or 6 times the non-Asian dishes. It includes: 2 times burgers, 1 time for pizza, a time of lazagne, 1 cotellette both pork ... Maybe I forget something, but I think not ...

- While I was applying my renew my visa, Madame told me, but, sir, you can not renew your visa ... A new law passed last week and all renewals are allowed. What I am supposed to do as I ask! ... Bin, you must leave the country next week. Hahaha I told him ... (Story to follow)

- I am now semi-vegetarian ... I eat tofu almost in every lunchtime at work ... Is that in restaurants where I go (and not for Vietnam for wealthy expatriates), sometimes the meat is suspect. Chunks of fatty pork is all the time ... The skin and inside of chicken is often ... The other day I ate with my colleagues, I took a piece of duck in the common dish. I am looking for meat and wonder she left I was able to catch not have meat on my bones as well ... Then comes the idea that perhaps not a bone ... and there it is an eye that is watching you.

Friday, August 28, 2009

Name Roach Fecal Matter

Summer 2009 - End of stay

the top of the pass overlooking the field Majid, one sees the eastern slopes of the mountain.




And looking at the ground we find very often in tortoises. The group of the Southern Cross plans to make this place a paradise for "breshka! If you find one marked with an M is that of Majid Master!


In each city, teams of horses mix with motor vehicles.

Personally I prefer those, less noisy and less polluting.

pump gasoline from another era!

Back to Berat in Vilson where the welcome is always so pleasant. Hello my Albanian family!

View Hills BILC

Olive trees in the terraces and bottom Tomorri

road Tirana - Elbasan to return
Escale amid nowhere in the quiet countryside Montenegrin

The road, path, track, what words to access elsewhere.
travel soon ...

Monday, August 10, 2009

How To Numb Nipples Before Piercing.

Summer 2009 - The great family trip

The journey begins Tuesday, July 14, 2009. We leave France Sunday best Blue-White-Red caps for Switzerland completely indifferent to our national holiday. Col du Grand St. Bernard pass us in Italy, in the beautiful valley of Aosta and then meet up the highway that crosses the country from west to east. First stop on Lake Iseo, east of Bergamo. We are five: my father said "Papinou"
Remy


Mailani, said Lana

me
and Daniele.
We travel in trucks equipped vehicles, we meet very often led by French in Albania. If you were of those, leave a comment!

The interior of ours has a large and a small bed, but Lana prefers the parents.

We also transport the solar shower that was more than helpful in the journey at home.
After Italy, we stop in Slovenia for the night. In the morning we drive to the Croatian coast, long and far more crowded than three years ago. We make a stop at a campsite for lack of a flat spot for our tribe. An additional stop in Montenegro, on the peninsula Radovici where we take our first swim in the Adriatic. What happiness!
the fifth day we arrived in Albania in the small border post Muriquan. Incidentally, do not look for the customs of St. Nikola beside Velipoja, it does not exist despite its indication on a European Atlas!
Happy to get on Albanian soil we expect to be in Elbasan in the afternoon, but we plug in Durres monstrous blocks on the road for two long hours ... the night that we land Mariana and Mihal in which we operate in open arms once more (see Traveling 2008).

A quick hello to welcome Audrey,


Lana soon adopts the traditional headdress of Albanian girls!
Gerta And we have fun on the phone.