Driving to this destination, I had the best laughs in weeks. I missed the times I had with these boys, the times we galore in gluttony, the times we teased the new couple, the times we burped loudly after yummy lamb burger for supper, the times we drove for hours for a weekend.

I had a good talk with the buddies, realizing I’m fitting my feet in the wrong pair of shoes. I only want my size 6 Louboutin.

Sand, Sea, Sun, Soul and Sex

Toasting tequila shots for a new friendship.

The graduation bong for all plus a shot of any desired liquor. Note: nonnegotiable.

Tamara, the founder of the flicking finger jolly torturing tiny Ee Phin

I swear she personally like to be flicked by the boys.

Revenge is pretty sweet when the girls flicked their instructor.

No flicking allowed, do the squats.

Me and the ChiBai. When cat jumps on me, you are not supposed to laugh out loud. And laughing out louder when I am crying ain’t funny at all. Karma hits hard.

I’m not a beach boy, he says.

Day One : Why is the sky blue? *it is not a tricky question*

Wei Ling says, “To get reception: stand under the sun, dip your leg in the water and wait”. That’s how my back has three different shades of brown.
Ruby says, “I think your vodka gave me tummy ache”. Who drinks vodka and get bad tummy?

The wonders of photoshop.
David, Ruby, Eric, myself, Joe, Jeff, Ee Phin, Diana, Monita, Wei Ling, Alvin, Eugene (L-R)

saved at 1.17am 18 June 2010

Tonight, I seasoned a lethal cocktail to spice up ‘Sex on the Beach’. A mixed feeling that was slipping away months ago bounced back with the big O. Stranger closest on my back spits unpleasant colours, kills the quiet air.

saved at 3.58am 19 June 2010

Tonight, I lifted the rear to a complete stranger. A graduation party leading to a counting game of a fatal concoction of shots and finger slapping on the forehead. A big fat sweet joint with an ex-Korean marine navy kissed my moonlight alter ego. Tonight, I laughed so hard, a part of me wanted to live in this partly untouched island.

saved at 4.37am 20 June 2010

Another virgin trip, I hate coming home at the end. I want to whisk away and avoid the familiar faces, dirty air, broken hearts. After the house hunting, I’ve grown stronger and colder. Mind you, I still love the attention, the glares and the affection, but I see the opposite sex slightly tarnished now.

My short attention span and the thrill I gained from chasing the slightest chance to my happy ending never cease to end the naïve part of me. Oh yes, I fall over and over again, despite the stab on the invisible heart I have.

“Famous last words”, she said. I proved myself right each time. I love the adrenaline rush when my world collides with the ‘Law of Attractions’, it satisfies my sweet sweet soul.

Current song playing: Nothin’ On You by B.O.B
Beautiful girls, all over the world
I could be chasing but my time would be wasted
They got nothin’ on you baby

It’s been 9 years since the prominent figure left, I live with or without him. So, the others ain’t that great either.

The trip’s theme song : Bad Things by Jace Everett

‘A Home like A Home’ at Shalini’s Guesthouse

Thrilling with Monopoly Deal

My sunset ride with Mas

In search of Jenga champion in Hong Kong Bar

Night coffee sessions in Sunset Cafe

One of the best roadtrips ever. We did nothing beside sipping five to six cups of coffee a day, looking at naked breasts, laughing at failed beach activities.

I’m such a beach bum.

1. Have you ever picture this 3 years ago in that class?
   
2. Do you believe in angel?
   
3. Does guidance slips momentarily?
   
4. Does your body moves as your brain speaks?
   
5. Do you dance when nobody’s watching?
   
6. Do you blow happiness away?
   
7. Do you enjoy the beautiful view up there alone?
   
8. Does the staircase matter?
   
9. Do you climb and slip?
   
10. Have you turned around and smile at the present?
    
11. Do you believe in love?
    
12. Do you aim for the sky?
    
13. Can you fake a smile?
    
14. Does beauty overlaps your judgment?
    
15. Have you ever fly without wings?
    
16. Have you face your fears?
    
17. Do you dream?
    
18. Do you drive your life gleefully?
    
19. Does your life spells colours?
    
20. Can you picture this in ten years time?
    

A trip planned two months ago, nothing but alcohol, sun, beach and girls. I could foresee the amount of highs and lows from the alcohol, silly laughs and probably tears of miserable loneliness.

A silly friend left his debit card and cash intentionally in my grey bag. Feeling appreciated and treasured. A trust he holds in me should not be taken granted for.

Champagne bottles and tequila shots, drowning on you.

but sometimes.. they come back’ – Peyton Sawyer in One Tree Hill

A year ago, we were laughing and giggling away in a beautiful town. For couple of nights, we were running to one another. My last night in Siem Reap, we carried a foreign conversation for 5 hours in the loudest bar on the street, without a single sip of alcohol on my mind. At the end of the night, you made a promise, a promise to see me again. We laughed about that promise, how you and me would see each other again plus introducing your five kids to my three babies. We exchanged e-mail addresses on beer coasters because Facebook is not your kinda thing.

Two weeks later, I received your email. A month later, I received your Facebook friend request. Perhaps, the wonders of Facebook changed your mind. A day before my birthday, you left a message on my Facebook. You kept your promise, indeed. We will meet again.

The three days and nights we spent together brought me a new breathe. You smitten me back to the past, the six days in Siem Reap. Reminiscence.

The rainy night we danced in Mambo-Jambo with endless whisky and champagne, the scorching afternoon we drank Guinness and smoked shisha, the quiet night we had tequila shots, Stig’s virgin Flaming Lamborghini, more beers and shots. Friday, we pampered our inner souls in Chakras, you experienced your first Yee Sang, singing Backstreet Boys songs with my bosses and more tequila shots in a stranger’s club. The endless visits to Starbucks to get your perfect Black Eye and Double Espresso. In Chinatown, we laid in your bed, staring at Stig’s helpless expression booking expensive flights and converting Singaporean Dollars to Norwegian Kroner, laughing at his witty jokes and sarcasms. The heat drenched your top, I remember the piercing on your nipple. We spent your last night in Malaysia recalling 2009, karma and life. Promises and quotes to remember.

This morning, you zipped your bag and loudly you utter these words, “Leaving on a Jetplane”. My heart squelched for a moment, time to kiss goodbye again.

You made a promise, to see me again. This time, you said next year.

Look upon the stars tonight in the mountain top and remember the night.

Conflicts and beers, I had both. You learned best when you have no help, ignorance and stubbornness – I fought with myself. Cheap bargains and unbeatable price, I lost my war. Four days in Bangkok, I lost my will to fight. I gave in and paid a heavy price. Broken, I am.

Departed, I have. I will be back and continue my war.

3 pairs of heels
2 handbags
A pair of torn jeans
Blazer for work
3 sets of kinky costumes
2 Cheongsams for Chinese New Year
3 pairs of leggings
3 belts
7 shorts
3 skirts
One maxi dress
10 dresses
2 boyfriend shirts
7 jumpsuits
33 tops
6 boy shirts
10 pairs of eyelashes

Beats me how much shopping I did in the 4 days trip.