Sorry about the abrupt ending to the last post. You never know when the power will just up and go out here. Pain in the but if you ask me. But it was kinda cool for a full day there was no power. Back to the battle!!!!!

So there i was mindin my own buisness when out of nowhere comes this big blazin yellow beast of a butterfly he is not the kinda butterfly that sips nectar all day and floats around on the breaze. Nope this guy had one thing in mind and that was to tear a fellow butterfly to shreads. However, what he did not realize is that the other butterfly would welcome the invitation. The battle began inocently enough with some aireil manuvering. I knew it would not end there the turf was prime territory with many brillant flowers awaiting the victor. I looked away as somthing grabed my attention. The ants had made it to my potato chip 13.3 minutes this time, they are gettin a little slow. Then from the sky a sound like the clap of thunder roared into my unsuspetcting ears. I quickly turn, my adrenilin pumping, I am ready for the worst. To my suprise it was not the sound of thunder, or a gun shot, but instead the battle of the butterflies! I was frozen as I watched the brutatility unfold before my eyes. Their wings beating vicously against the eachothers. I saw little pieces tear off and float gentally to the ground. The battle lasted a mere 3 minutes but within that short period of time my life long bias toward butterflies was shattered. I will never see a butterfly the same way again. No I have seen the butterfly brutality that lies within... Be wary of the butterfly!!!!

A question that plagued my childhood has come back to haunt me. Only now with a slight twist. I lay in bed at night trying to crack the riddle... At this point none of the pieces of this puzzle will fit... We are all familure with the childhood quest of discovering Why the Chicken crossed the road... It is a question that i have not pondered for many years. Now it rears its head with a new twist. Why did the chicken cross the road right in front of me. I will be riding allong crusin on the BLUE BEAST (125cc scooter). When out of the middle of no where a chicken will come screaming across the road. In some cases they have even run right allong side of me then at the last minute taken to the air and flown over my front tire! I have uncovered one piece of the infilstructure regarding the number of chickens that run out before you. When it comes to chickens you have leaders and followers if the lead roster (big cock) decides to make the move to the other side you will typically come to expect the rest of the gang see the other side of the road as their only chance at life. Yes these chickens are not mearly crossing the road but they are doing it knowing if they dont get there right in front of they will surely die... If anyone has any insight into this quandry I would greatly appreciate the help... I will post any updates into this quest for answers as the insights roll in...

The mentatility of Pai is that of a very small town. They even have rules to keep it that way... Techno and Rap is strictly not allowed neither is dancing. And believe it or not there is no kissing in Pai... Although I have been tempted to turn in a few law breakers. The bugalows next to me are full of criminals. They usually make their offences late at night when I am snuggled into my bed awaiting sleep to arrive as I pondering the mysterious quandry I stated eirlier. So far I have resorted to slapin in my ear plugs rather than calling the police. But if i dont get some answers to this mysterious question soon I just may turn them in...

To Be continued........

Jeremiah