Chinese New Year: Chingay Acrobats




from penang malaysia, these acrobats have learned the tradition of balancing a 10-m (?) bamboo pole on their forehead or chin...while walking on stilts.

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  1. kitty galoreFebruary 27, 2008 at 2:48 AM

    jen! ive missed you!!!

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  2. Jeneen GarciaFebruary 27, 2008 at 2:49 AM

    hi kat! musta na man ka inday? asa na ka ron?

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  3. kitty galoreFebruary 27, 2008 at 2:52 AM

    cebu gyapon, jen =p
    ikaw, dumaguete gyapon ka?

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  4. Janjan PerezFebruary 27, 2008 at 5:52 AM

    I'm going to your native Davao on Friday :)

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  5. Jeneen GarciaFebruary 27, 2008 at 8:04 PM

    manila gihapon :) balik ko dumaguete this summer

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  6. Jeneen GarciaFebruary 27, 2008 at 8:06 PM

    hey jan :) eat some native durian for me. no manila trip yet? your client range is getting farther and farther ha ;)

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  7. Janjan PerezFebruary 27, 2008 at 8:20 PM

    yup, but I haven't been to Malaysia..... yet. ; )

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  8. Jemi AquinoFebruary 28, 2008 at 10:36 AM

    WOW! COOL!
    wanna try learning to do this? =)

    HUGS,
    jemi

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  9. Jeneen GarciaMarch 5, 2008 at 10:14 PM

    you should have seen them putting the poles on their mouths...:P there was even a kid there practicing.

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