Joy is the flag flown high
I finally put the rest of the flags I got up on my wall - an arduous task because I've got to buy the hooks with sticky tape, get the ladder, shift my bed, stop the fan, and ensure that the flag is aligned neatly and falls properly or it'll just look gross.
On the extreme left, the PACE flag (it means "Peace"), bought from a man in Venice, Italy. I asked if he had one in English, and he started spewing expletives, asking me, "Do you think the English, they care? You want one in English? You think they will have this flag? In English, she asks! This flag does not come in English!"
It would have been an amusing encounter, were the flag-seller not so completely freaky. It's alright if you have your political views on the war in Iraq (this was waaaay back in July 2003), but I'm OBVIOUSLY a stupid tourist, so take a chill pill and hang loose man.
The Vietnam flag (red with the yellow star) I bought along "Flag Street" in Hanoi, March 2004. It was my very first holiday as a working adult, and I went with my dad, who had to go there for a conference. A very sweet old lady sold it to me, along with two Vietnam flag t-shirts.
The Cambodian flag was USD$2 from Phnom Penh's Central Market. Bought while waiting for Wai Mun to choose t-shirts.
The Thai flag was bought from - where else? - Chatuchak Market. SGD$10, which I thought was too pricey for a Kingdom that really, really loved their king (and thus their country), but I figured, why not.
And yes, I do have a Singapore flag; it's hanging on the other side of the room. It's not with the rest because it's about a third larger than the others.Libellés : personal
[Joy is the flag flown high]
Sngs Alumni @ 18.8.07 { 1 comments }
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your room looks like mine,cluttered and absolutely stuffed with books.
but i have posters instead of flags =)
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