security did not see him

As we keep the crazies at bay, one chances upon pockets of sunshine. In this case, it's...a (rare) potential travel buddy!

"I wanna travel with you."
"What? You wanna take the train too?"
"No. Travel with YOU."

Gut feel tells that it may work out alright. Yet on the practical side, with both having crazy schedules, we likely won't jet off anywhere soon. But it does feel nice to know that there are people out there who are similarly slightly off the beaten track.

best part of me was you

I've got my grubby paws on some seriously grubby looking book. But but but. Who gives a flying f. Ridiculously tempted to flip through the thin papers once more. But, again, after a wrong bus ride and unbuttoning before I reach the washroom, one knows that one cannot possibly survive a third cycle of twenty-four non-sleeping hours. For such, only perfect illusions come out of practice.

Demystifying India is a perpetual work-in-progress and for many travellers that’s precisely what makes her so deeply addictive. Ultimately, it’s all about surrendering yourself to the unknown: this is the India that nothing can quite prepare you for because its very essence - its elusive soul - lies in its mystery. Love it or loathe it - and most visitors seesaw between the two - India will jostle your entire being and no matter where you go or what you do, it’s a place you’ll never forget.

Exactly.

0845

I cannot do this group travel thing. Annoys the crap out of me. And what is with the presumption that every living female loves shopping? Have pretty much been able to escape the malls except Yesterday. Ohmygod. Yesterday. Yesterday began pretty fine. Dinner was bloody good and as I sat at the dining table, blown away by this aweeesome crumbed fish thing, news filtered down that we were going to mbk. STRAIGHT AFTER DINNER. NO TURNING BACK. NO PASS GO. NO COLLECT TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS.

Shudders.

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So why can't everyday be like Friday? Met art for dinner who, when it comes to desserts, becomes, quite suddenly, shy.

"Do you want another?"
"No lah...no need...no need...but wah...it's so good."

-_-

She's also shy for a first song! But had gotten her into her thing by the second. Hot stuff that one.

(and btw ah, for the record, I wasn't tipsy.)

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Back tomorrow. I, for one, can't wait.

honk

As usual, the cjy and I, we bounce things off one another. But man the things she says -_-

cjy: You have to be nice ok. Be nice.
me: Why can't I be normal.
cjy: Normal = nice. But I know your normal = cold. So cannot. Please be abnormal.

Silly goose!

nightly arts

(gotta leech the photo off you.)

A real late start to our date meant a real, uhm, early end. Rough beginnings without the requisite bitter endings.

That was Weds.

Then, as this was being written, that familiar orange flash.

I did. And my useless listening skills aside, I think it's amazing. & since superlatives aren't gonna be ending anytime soon, let's just get on with it: crazy immediate pasts and present be damned; me must be holding on to the awesomest person alive.

ain't no mountain

As usual, when left to our own devices, there's no knowing what we would do. Many firsts from last night/this morning. Suffice to say, at the ripe old age of twenty-two, I've finally checked out the real Singapore night scene. At twenty-two, it is also not too late to taste some real organic curry. Chicken egg chicken egg chicken egg...

Then, putting aside her allegiance to table wipers, art also makes for a ridiculous spy. Case in point:

At 545am, with the whole world tipsy 'cept for our selves, she points and goes "YASH. LOOK AT THOSE PUNKS". It is good that I am dark; can hide in shadows. Also good that likely those punks' hearing were too impaired from the throbbing house music. In any case, Yvonne claims she does not know what instigated the attack.


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& you know what ppl say about handling impulse purchase desires? Doesn't work here. Thought over it for a good two days and still went back and still dutifully filled up the passenger details. (Albeit muttering some choice words to see the fare rise by thirty bucks. In cheapo speak, that's 1.5 days' budget!)

My cards and travel sites? Not good. They are akin to the "bad men" your mother made you swear you won't EVER befriend. But you do anyway. And get burnt.

I need to breakup with wego.

the bottom of a well

I wonder whether some people realise just how freaking awesome their countries are. Venezuela, Cuba, Tunisia, Ethiopia, Iran, Indonesia. Surely there is a way.

And surely there is a way not to feel so lighted up every time. Seriously. Every time?! Aren't you sick of this? I am.

blue october

During one of the nights in camp, we played True Colours where we attempted to best anticipate how people perceive us. Also allows others to know what you think of yourself. A physical version of Johari Window if you may.

As always, what you know of yourself may be far off the mark from how others perceive you - knowingly or otherwise. One thing I discovered: I remind my workmates of their best teacher in primary school (only God knows why. Possibly their best teacher made them cry a lot). A stupid person also thought I change boyfriends every six months. As you can see, stupidity knows no limitations. Made me lose three points...

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Plans for Cochin now hang in the balance due to an incredibly last minute work event that we're suddenly organising. Fucked over feeling aside, good time to think about where I draw the line, eh? Am I even allowed to chalk one?

Glad that I'd gone off for a break when I could. Besides other outcomes, got a good pic of the (deceptively long) hair thanks to John and his Grace ambitions. If you see carefully you can make out the outlines of a chicken.

amazing race

By the final run (immigration clearance to bus bay), we were so zonked out I finally realised why people pay S$38 to take a private bus direct to Mersing. Definitely an experience though. Heh.

Budget breakdown

Queen St - Larkin = S$2.40
Larkin - Mersing = S$4.80
2D1N stay, full-board = S$87
Mersing - Queen St = S$6
Misc = S$20

Total = S$120

Not too shabby for a getaway.

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"What is your good name?" obsession returns. As much as I feel all fizzy about it, it can be rather daunting when one reads forum threads on airport scams and such. Going solo is gonna be one helluva interesting ride.

something you have to do

About two months ago, I wrote:

In four hours I've to be at work. In five hours I've to get into a car to Malaysia. In nine hours, I've to somehow make it onto a ferry. All around our puny island there must be hundreds of others like me: putting off the awful task of packing at three in the morning, realising that they have not changed their Sing Dollar for the relevant currency, remembering work stuff to complete by the minute then switching laptops to get it done. Hello there, I feel your pain.

A public holiday later, the same scene is playing out. Except instead of work to go to, there're busses to catch. And there's some measured improvement! Have actually changed my money.

So here's to spontaneity & friends who are good to go, always. Remember your standing invitation to Kochi (: