Friday, January 20, 2006

I stared at this for the longest time before I organized my thought systematically. No doubt. There are combinations of events that are goin through my mind. At this moment. Different thoughts came by all together. Especially when you've just gotten achoholicly high, feelin much more better after a long hard cold bath.

Flashes of events, recaps, and reminiscences still lingers around, remaining fresh, in my mind, at the back of my head. Be it, either the joyful, unforgettable, utterly wild, entertaining, absolutely madness, or, the filled with anger, downright revengeful, regrets, thoroughly ugly, intensely sour. Ask me, how does it feels like. And I will say. It's quite like how a bullet train had just past you by at a complete tremendous speed, leavin the wind gushin towards your direction, havin you hair all messed up, against the fight of the strong force. It would too, quite feels like the bell for recess just rang, hungry school kids dashin towards the canteen, with the intention of wantin to be first in the queue. On the other hand, it does feels like walkin into a retail stall, "decor"ly filled with diamonds, be it their decor, or being spoilt by choice, you're all bedazzled into being total speechless state for words.

Ironically, each of the individual thoughts are so. Much personal. That makes me ponder into publishin it in the first place. But however. Come think of it. It might be another good chance to blog too. Else. Not now. Or maybe not in near future. Anyway. First things first. Let me do a summary of what had I been through durin my absence since the last post. In just two weeks, I've survived. 4 nights at MOS. 2 nights at Dbl O. A 2hour queue in order to hit the oh-so-famous club. Norm of gettin utterly high on the alcohols. Drank Heinekens like tap water. Given all the "zi-zhi-ren" guys kisses, on their cheeks. Given all my so-called-part-times hot wet smooches. Last meet-up with Mae before she went San Diego. Twice meetin the ex-bobby's for cheap beers at lotstock. The oh-so-perfect BF almost bashed up one of my guyfriend. A disappointin-waste-of-money Bangkok trip. A breakup after a short 2months. A new hairstyle. A damn short till "i-look-werid-and-it-made-my-face-fat" fringe. A new experience from overseas. 5packs of Thailand cigarettes. An "extract from the movie The Terminal". Samplin Bloody Marys at both BedSupperClub and Q Bar. Acquisitions of another new Baileys and Martini. How's tat?

Ok, i'll skip the elaboration of how spectacular, gigantic, remarkable and stunnin MOS (Ministry of Sound) is. As I supposed almost the whole population of Singapore had been there, done that. However, I've gotta add this. The Man whom is in charge of MOS is really refined. We are in their queue for their New Year Party (ok, Bryan was, I merely joined him after work). And this guy, I tell you, was busy in charge of the safety of his partygoers, yet on the other hand; he thanked and apologized to us, for the long hours of queuein outside, before allowin us to enter. Put this aside, i've read in the news yesterday, MOS would be doin somethin about all these. Read Life, Page 2, Saturday, 7th Jan.

Now, you may ask. So what's about the extract of The Terminal? Since it's over, let me speak. It was a true long story. Not exactly endless though. It was on the New Year day we had voyaged our Bangkok trip. Yes. It would be a bad idea though. However, as the time came, I dread. On this trip, the feelings aint the same anymore. I had no longer immersed in the sensation of perfectly-in-love. I dragged myself to the airport after a long night of working, clubbin, and tahin of waterfall, flaming lambo, Barcadi 151, Barcadi Dry.

The first day came and got by completely fine. Everythin was adequate. I've reached the airport, we took our flight, I've slept throughout the whole 3hours, made plentiful of excuses to ignore his touch, we[read:I] shopped, we kept our distance, and thank god for the twin not double hotel room, therefore, we slept on different beds.

However, on the second day, we had agreed on a breakup. reason: being friends would be better, much much better. However, HIM, the so called oh-so-perfect boyfriend, got himself so damn drunk, tat he got on my nerves. Details, shall not be revealed to protect the rights of both parties. Haha. Ok. I'm lazy to type la. Anyway, back to the point. So much tat i wana out of there. Out of bangkok, out of the hotel, and out of being there. So at 5.30am in Bangkok, I hailed the taxi, bought my own return ticket on the spot. Waited for 5hours in the Bangkok Airport for my flight. Meanwhile in these it-seems-like-five-days 5hours, i had Bangkok's Burger King as Breakfast. Met a new Angmo Executive Friend called Kevin. Smoked endless of cigarettes. Used my luggage as a pillow, and slept on the strench of chairs in the airport, while listenin to my Zen Mirco, used the bagguage trolly as portable stool, sittin down whenever possible. While waitin in the tickets queue, while havin my smokebreak, even while waitin for the cubicle for the ladies.

Friends around me said I'm crazy, gusty, irresponsible, damn power to be able to do such a thing. On top of the fact that I'm a vulnerable lady, they called. When things were to happen, I would be completely defenseless. Well, I truly agreed on how dangerous it was. I was in a forgien country, this i had to admit. Even i were to die there, *choy*, it would takes at least 2-3days to notify my family. And we are now talkin abt the fact that, my body would be found.
Say, there's another time when I've got separated from my friend in Chatuchak Weekend Market. That's when my 1stvisit to Bangkok around last May. In the end, I merely continued my shoppin alone, and after near 3hours, I took the BTS from Mo Chi, and walked the 10mins journey to my hotel, while smoking my cigarettes. ALONE. Oh ya. I grabbed a latte from the roadside coffeestall meanwhile. How utter MAN is that?!

In fact, when these things do happen, the only thing you can depend on is your instant reaction to situation. I dun expect to sit/stand there in the middle of the traffic, and start to be panicked, and completely have none idea at all. I merely do wat I deem fit. For that moment, I had to agree, the horrid stories that I've been ever told before, about foreigners being kidnapped and killed for money in Bangkok, was totally out of my mind then. But I had to digress. When things happens, People just react. I guess a lot of you would react the same way as me too.

Till now, I haven been able to tell my Dad about the whole incident, and all the "minor hipcups" that had happened to me before. When I traveled of course. For I believe, after telling him, I would be banned from travellin without his accompanice. Lol. Anyway. Right now. Here am I. Typin this entry. That proves that i'm completely safe, sound, and gained. in both weight, and experience. So, rest assured. Heh.

Now. Words aside. Eye Candies Right.

When they says. Somethings Dun Change.

I say. I Believe.

The Margaritas Love Triangle.

MOS. Long time ago.

FYI. That's MR Oh-So-Perfect. Ex.

With darlin Mae.

2Barmaids. And our Mad Sara.

Oh. Lookin at the last photo, I had braided my hair over in Bangkok. Total of 6 pleats, 3 of fluorescent pink, 3 of dark brown. For only a total of 120bath. Which is equivalent to only like $5 here. Scream: Cheap. But sadly to say, it only last for 2weeks. I tell you, it's damn difficult to comb your hair after your shower mann. Anyway. Over and done with. I bet i'll do a full braid next time. Meanwhile. Love.

beautiful memories on. 5:24:00 am x ........................................