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I'm sorry I haven't written in a while (because I know all your lives have stopped, just waiting for a new post) I don't want anyone to think I've flaked out on the whole blogging process, it's just been an insane week.

Lets start from the beginning:

Last LAST Sunday, I went to Church.
Yeah that pretty much says it.

Anywho, I had been doing a lot of things outside of the orphanage, what with Noora leaving and all, so I decided that Sunday was kids day. I played with kids all day long!...And watched a lot of boot-leg House DVDs.



This little boy always looks out for me in the windows of the playrooms. The first time he saw me he ran towards me as if we had been best buds for years! He likes to sit on my lap and bounce around. Mostly he enjoys watching other kids have fun with me, and then pretend he's the one having fun. Lots of kids are like that, if you want to make a kid laugh, just play with another kid *shrugs*

Here they are pushing around a house.






Here's a kid wearing my slippers. Turn your head! I'm lazy.

After the day of play, me and Noora woke up early and ventured out to the great wall. We woke up happy, because it was cool out, but also sad because it was smoggy. It took a while to drive there. We passed lots of trees and farms and then literally, out of nowhere a mountain appears, then more mountains. Soon after we we're driving up a mountain.

The driver dropped us off and we immediately ran to the admissions office. There were two ways to get up to the great wall

1) Walk

2) Cable Car

Well since we didn't want to walk (high five for westerners!) we opted for the one way cable car (we decided to walk back down, high five for non-american westerners!). The cable car cost about five bucks, and looked awesome. The giant picture in front of us showed a family, in awe, looking out of their glass cable car. On the super engrish pamphlet we we're given, all of the wall's attractions we're magically (and badly!) photoshopped into one place. Above the wall, people rode in the cable car, while down below other people took the slide down. Yes, the slide. I'll get to that later.

Happy with our cable car purchase we followed the signs towards our ride. When we got there, I was surprised to find that instead of a cable car, there was a ski lift. You know those dinky little ones where your feet dangle? I was seriously about to piss my pants.



Luckily when we got to the highest possible point, the trees came up near our feet. I breathed a sigh of relief and told Noora that now we wouldn't die if we fell, just be horribly mutilated.

Oh, I also forgot to mention the ever so scenic "Chinese" music that plays on the lift, only on the lift, no where else. This video will explain three things: the music, the slide and the height.



The slide you see in the video is one of the walls main attractions (according to the brochure of course). You pay about eight bucks, and get to slide back down to town on a little sheet with a stick in it. Noora looked like she was going to burst with excitement, I told her she could do it without me. I know, thats very un-me of me, but seriously, if they lied to me about the cable car, I can't even begin to imagine how much worse that slide is.



When we finally got up there, we saw a small hut in the distance, the tallest point from where we were standing, and decided we would walk there.

I'm about to show you a bunch of pictures, but honestly, being there was amazing and near indescribable. I assume it's akin to listening to the lift music for an hour. Seriously though. Most tourist attractions in large cities are man made structures. Easy example, the CN Tower. Sure, it's tall, large, penisy, but you know that 500 guys with cranes and 100 000 000 dollars were behind it. It's amazing to touch stone and know that human hands built it, to look out into the distance of sprawling road and stairs and imagine how long it took.

Here's a picture that successfully captures none of what I just described.











Hahaha, I'm a tourist!



ART

I could have walked the wall for hours and hours, if it wasn't so effing hot.
That's where these people come in:



Every 100m or so, one or two people are stationed with bananas, water, postcards, basically anything they can sell you. They have a great tactic for preying on westerners, they offer to take a photo of you. After they're your friend, they ask you if you would like to buy something, if you're thick skinned you say no and continue on. They say "Yes yes, okay friend, you come back"
and you say
"Yeah"
because really, you have to come back, or else you can't get down.
Then you come back, and of course say "No, I don't want some chips"
and then they say "What? You said you'd come back! We are friends!"
After that you're basically a human bank.
Luckily I have no heart, and continued on.

Some parts of the wall have stairs that are very warped, walking down them makes you feel like you have a severe inner ear infection. I wish I had gotten Noora to take a video of how stupid I looked walking down those stairs. At some points there are stairs that are so steep and big that you literally have to climb them.

There was also a ladder at one point.
Uh, yeah.



After we got down we visited the little market, where they sell "TWO SHIRTS, ONE DOLLAR!"
Sure, its a great deal, but really, do you need TWO shirt that say "I CLIMB GREAT WALL"?
The answer is no.

Or maybe it isn't...
I ended up buying my dad a presie.
No it wasn't two shirts.





I also learned to play Mahjong.
And by learned I mean played a westernized version on Noora's computer.
This picture has nothing to do with what I learned, I just happened to take a picture that complimented that story.
Awesome.



Soup Anyone?

I also had some pictures of a nice garden we found, I will find them later, don't know where they went.

When we got home, I was about to take a nap when one of the executives rushed into my room. She told a me a little girl was sick and needed to be rushed to the hospital, I had to go with her.

Her name is Chun. We did 100 down a highway, her in my lap while a nurse tried to put an oxygen mask on her.
The short version of the story is that I love her so very much and she is better.
I have 1000 pictures of her, but will spare all of you and only show a few.
I don't want to talk much about it now.
I miss her so much, even though I'm only in Singapore.
If I talk about her, I'll get sad.

So here's a bunch of stuff:



Hi! I am Chun!
I am scared of the hospital and hate doctors.
I cry when Gabriela goes to the bathroom, so she only goes when I'm asleep.



I got sent here because I won't eat, and have trouble breathing.



I will eat this carrot though



I like watching olympic gymnastic footage. Gabriela tried to put on Mandarin cartoons for me, but I don't like them. I also like exposes on life in Iran and Australian animal rescue programs.



Being sick makes me sleepy, and very drooly.



I am neeeeever grumpy. I wake up smiling but with messy hair.



I smile all the time, but not so much in the hospital.
I hate getting my heart checked. The doctor tried to do it to my toy duck first, to show me that I was okay, but I knew better. I screamed and grabbed it before she could hurt it anymore.



I'm probably watching that cat show for the 83240 time



I won't drink my formula, another reason why I'm in the hospital...
but I will make the nurses prepare it, then only suck on the top.
Hooray!



Gabriela bought me socks



Hooray!



At one point, I would only eat bananas





I eat a muffin, AND THE INTERNET GOES WILD!





I have 1003284324 more videos and pictures, but thats enough for now.

A little girl (5) is getting heart surgery in Singapore, so I have gone there to see her through/take her back to Beijing.

I don't like Singapore.

I realize now how stupid my blog name is (because you know, it wasn't before....)
Where the hell does singapore fit in, is it the bread?

Maybe it's the crust

p.s.
I'm sorry if my grammar is horrible
it's late here, im tired, was at hospital 10 hours