When one can’t swim, can’t dive, conned into an island with 10 others and wonders amount of alcohol (a bottle of : Gin, Tequila, Jagermeister, Vodka and Single Malt Whisky; tonnes of beer and soju) available, the trip becomes pretty trippy. Seeking luck with black-tipped sharks, bright life jackets, long awaited meals and bottomless fruit juice, banana pancakes with ice cream and hot Hershey sauce, lame jokes, sweet joints with the Korean and German instructors, reggae music blasting from the dive centre, flirting with the local boatmen, toasting my soon to get skin cancer, marvelous imitation of the superheroes by David.
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)
