BANGFUCKINGCOCK!! and PATTAYA!!!!
So, how does it feel to travel alone? Well, it’s nerve racking, exciting, dangerous and adventurous all at the same time. Today, I ended up going to: Central World, Siam Center [Siam region mostly], MBK, Siam Paragon, I can’t think of any other regions where I visited.
Since what I can recall from last year, security has tightened a hell of a lot. Well, maybe not. Ever since the whole yellow-red shirt civil war, and the burning down of a really famous important building I can’t even recall, there are like metal detectors at the major department stores I’ve visited. It’s kind of scary like, “OMG!! THERE REALLY ARE TERRORISTS IN THIS PEACEFUL COUNTRY!” ***on THAT note, there’s a norway slaughter. There’s also the Oslo bomb. WHAT THE FUCK. I feel like every time I’m in Thailand, some dramatic tragic event happens. Last year was that horrid airplane crash, as well as the London underground station terrorist bomb threat. -____-
I love shopping here!!! There’s so many cute things, and pretty clothes, and I looked over some shoes for my brother. They are so legit, yet pricey… but that’s okay. I told him to bring a lot of cash so we can both spend it on shopping :)
Today, I walked for an hour trying to get to the MRT station. On the hotel advertisement, it said the MRT station is only 300 meter away. NO REALLY?!?!?!?! [fucking google maps] and yes, I walked the wrong way. On the way home, I got on the back of a motorcycle because 1. I was lost. 2. I was so tired from walking around all day, and it was only 20 baht.
I didn’t eat anything special today :(. For one thing, I wasn’t comfortable walking around eating street food because my Thai skills for eating like so has not improved since the last time I was in Bangkok. I DID manage to finish a bag of papaya though :). I came back to the hotel to eat overpriced crappy seafood type thing.
There were no particular highlights to my day… just the fact that I was traveling alone for… 7-8 hours or so? I FEEL SO ACCOMPLISHED!! I got to where I wanted to be, without asking for directions… except for the last bit, riding the motorcycle back haha. ***I love Thailand: people are willing to help [with a little cash wouldn’t hurt either though].
I think I’m meeting my friend tomorrow. If she doesn’t show up, it won’t bother me much. After much research on google maps trying to find the closest fucking station to my hotel, it really was 300 meters away. Instead of turning left, I turned fucking right, and made a huge fucking circle. GO ME. Well, that’s what I get for not planning, or researching too much ahead of time? Haha.
I’m running low on cash already :(. I spend 177 baht on a sim card [to call people] and toothpaste. At least 100 baht on transportation. And 240 for that cab ride from the airport. And at least 200 on food so far. Should’ve brought out more Sing. Dollars to exchange into baht :(. I’m praying my brother comes with more money hahaha.
I have YET to do these things that I really want. I might do it with my brother if we don’t decide to head to Phuket or Pattaya, or Hua Hin [beaches]. These things are: [any] floating market, Chatuchak Weekend Market [guess I have to do this before my brother gets here anyways], HAVE TO GO TO GO-GO BARS AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And, sneak a picture. Have to go to silom to relive the good ole 2010 summer. What else do I want to do while I’m here?
Today, or tonight I should say, I feel lazy and don’t feel like writing much. But I’ll summarize my day anyways. ***Reminder: compare singapore to bangkok***
Today I met up with my good friend Pee-Oii at the Chatuchak station. Damn it, I thought we were going to J.J. market, but we didn’t end up going. INSTEAD, I was given a very nice surprise. I saw Pee-nung!!! I was quite shocked. I was hoping for Pee-Ann as a surprise. But Pee-nung was a great surprise too. We then met up with a new person who replaced Pee-dick [Kyle’s secret lover lol] called Pee-nei. He’s really nice and I like him a lot. Good replacement I suppose lol.
For 10-15 minutes or so, we were debating whether or not we should go watch Thai-boxing. I secretly wanted to to enjoy the experience since I’ve never been to either a sumo wrestling match in Japan, the WWF in the states, and Thai-boxing in Thailand. Haha. But, today I was wearing shorts, and Pee-Oii was wearing a skirt; in watching Thai-boxing in person, they had a rule that women can’t wear shorts or short skirts [maybe it’s because we’re a distraction, eh? ;)] Teheheeee.
We ended up going on a river tour that took around 30 minutes. I honestly didn’t care about the time. Tehe, as long as I got to spend time with my buddies. We were on the SOMETHING-SOMETHING river. Damn it, I’m such a bad Asian stereotypical tourist that I ought to know the name of the river :( [it’s really famous though if you guys are interested in researching]. Anyways, I took lots of pictures :) [redeeming the stereotype] I took a picture of a temple thing that we had climbed last year!!! [2010 in my bangcock album] oh, wow. I did not realize I typed “bangcock” instead of Bangkok lol, guess you had to read my last summer’s tumblr posts to understand :). Anyways, yes, I’ll put captions on my facebook photos [or, I honestly might be too lazy to do so].
Then we got lunch at the place we had dinner last year with Pee-Ann and Pee-Top and Kyle, and Pee-Oii. We had yellow curry soft shell crab, salted egg with squid, and… fish. It was good. Obviously, there was not a single dish of veggies [quite disappointed, but it’s okay, as long as Pee-Oii was happy haha].
We then decided to head to Siam because Pee-Oii needed to 1. pay bills, 2. go shopping, 3. hangout (?) And, this is where it got truly interesting for a short bit.
Pee-Oii told me to say to the taxi drivers: “Bai Siam ka” [meaning, can you get to Siam? I thinkkkk] We hopped onto the first taxi, and surprisingly he understood me haha. At a stoplight, a police officer starts knocking on the window of the taxi drivers side. Everyone became dead silent. The officer and the taxi driver were obviously speaking Thai so I couldn’t understand a single word, but I did notice the gesture about Pee-nei’s seatbelt not being buckled. Then things got worse, the taxi driver had to rip off his taxi license from his tiny podium [I don’t know how to explain what it is].
TURNS OUT: the taxi driver 1. didn’t tell Pee-nei to buckle up on the passenger side. 2. he didn’t have his license on him because it was at the police station already [OH MY FUCKING GOD, I KNOW RIGHT?!?! Why is he on the bloody road?] 3. The license in his car wasn’t even of him.
WHAT I CONCLUDED: He stole someone’s taxi. Maybe?
Haha, so that was the scariest funniest highlight of the day. Then, we hopped onto a different taxi. And this taxi driver was interesting as well. As I was conversing in English with Pee-Oii, the taxi driver obviously knew I was a farang [foreigner]. He kept asking Pee-nei where I lived, how much it cost, how many kilometers was America from Thailand. Was he trying to WIFE me? Or gold-dig me somehow? Trust me, I don’t have any money. I’m waiting for my brother to come to help me live by. Haha.
Oh yes, then we got to Siam discovery, headed to Central world for a bit. And THERE’S AN ICE SKATING RINK IN ONE OF THESE PLACES. I took pictures of kids who were failing. TROLOLOLOL.
I was debating whether to go to Silom area by myself tonight. But, I just came back to the hotel. And, researched how to get to Pattaya. What to do in Pattaya. How to get to the floating market tomorrow.
Things to do when my brother gets here:
- Book one more night at the hotel.
- Figure out whether to take the Northern Bus Terminal or Southern Bus Terminal to get to Pattaya.
- Find a hotel at Pattaya.
- Find a hotel back at Bangkok.
SO MANY THINGS TO DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I was thinking of going to a floating market that James Bond so famously starred in in one of his movies tomorrow[I was never really interested in James Bond, so I can’t tell you which one…]. But I have so many things to plan, I might just get up early, research more things to do. Chill by the poolside and read my Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. Sounds good??? I THINK SO!!! Oh fuck, oh right. I’m going to Khao San Road to meet up with some other friends. And then I’ll be waiting for James at the hotel.
What do you guys think, should I go to a go-go bar with my brother? Or would that be HELLA awkward? Or…cultural experience we both need to share? Bwahaha. I know—I’m just a perverted girl who really wants to see what the hell a ping pong show is. I got my fill of gay strippers, prostitutes already. But I have yet to see a ping pong show.
Pee-Oii also recently came to Singapore. And, as we were all shopping today at the high-end department stores, we started comparing Singapore’s high-end shopping versus Bangkok’s. The environment is totally different. There’s no scent of “pompous shopping” in Bangkok [if that makes sense]. Everyone’s treated equally, farang and locals, it’s kind of refreshing. Whereas in Singapore, you can tell the department store clerks pay special attention to those WHO DON’T LOOK ASIAN. Yeah, I know I’m a foreigner too—but, it’s because I look like I’m Asian, they don’t give me the special treatment—I DON’T KNOW HOW I SHOULD FEEL ABOUT THAT. I’m pissed, yet happy at the same time. Meaning, locals won’t bother me that much—happy. Meaning, locals won’t give me special attention—pissed. Make sense?
Anyways, we then discussed how a lot of Asian societies are trying to become more Westernized. Our conclusion? There are some Asian cultural things we need to preserve, because it’s our culture to do certain things. Adopting the Western culture doesn’t make the Asian culture better. Take “credit” for example. In a couple of years, Thailand’s also going to have a credit, debt crisis. -_____-
So, last night I had too much fun and came home late so I’m going to summarize what I did last night and today.
On 7/25/2011, I just chilled in the hotel room researching things about how to get to Pattaya, and so forth. I also ended up reading HARRY POTTER AND THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX!!! Yes, it was amazing. I just chilled in the hotel till 5pm ‘cause I had a date with some of my girlfriends I met last year.
I headed off to Ratchethewi BTS station and from there I took the motorcycle taxi for 80baht. Oh my god. GOOD TIMES. I took photos as I was on the motorcycle. Pretty stupid? I THINK NOT. Lol. And as I was doing so, I past the grand palace yet again. I also passed by one of three remaining metallic castles in the world. I also passed the constitution (?) statue. Tehehehe. I had so much fun. Oh right. My destination was: Khao Sarn Road. It’s a typical tourist trap, but oh dear, it was fun.
I got lost for around 30 minutes trying to find the fucking KFC my girlfriends were at. Turns out I was on the other side of Khao Sarn Road. Anyways, we met up and had dinner. It wasn’t that great in all honesty :/, but we had fun catching up.
THEN, we decided to go bar hopping. We only hopped to two different bars, but that was… enough. Hahahaha. I finally had Chang beer (Thailand’s beer). Then, we hopped to another bar with “very strong cocktails.” The night got interesting. My friends and I took pictures with farangs (foreigners), there was an Aussie, there were the Italiano couples.
PWAHAHAHA: I told my friend I thought this guy was cute [yes, I was drunk, and I assume she was too]. I also said “I WANT TO MAKE OUT WITH HIM BY THE END OF THE NIGHT.” And, she told him that I think. Lol. He and his friends kept staring at me, and I was like, oh shit -____-, but it didn’t bother me that much because I was having fun anyways.
I bought two roses from a little girl 20 baht each, because 1. I was drunk, 2. the little girl was cute [I am NOT a pedophile] and 3. I was happy.
The girls and I headed to the bathroom, and we entered the men’s, because the women’s were locked. Thank god no guy was in there. Then as we filed out, a hot European guy kept looking at the men symbol and looking at us, confused. Bwahaha. It was kind of cute.
But, that was pretty much the summary of the night. No naked men this time… :( but pretty foreigners!!! Hahaha.
Oh yes! And I’m so proud of myself. I got to the hotel before my brother did. He called me 10 minutes right after I got to the hotel. I was like HELL YEAH!!! I CAN BE DRUNK AND RESPONSIBLE AT THE SAME TIME. :)
And, today. 7/26/2011, or now it’s actually midnight as I’m typing this. Me and my brother woke up early to go do his shopping. His list consisted of five things, we only accomplished buying one thing -_____-.
We shopped for his shoes [leather, wingtips, etc. etc. etcsadkfjsdkjf;af] for at least 7 hours. And, we never got it. BUT, I did coax him into getting SKINNY JEANS!!! WOO-HOOOOO. I’m so proud of myself.
We shopped at this crocodile, ostrich, snake skin, leather shoe shop. Oh my god. It wasn’t trashy at all [okay, fine, there were several items that were and looked fake], it was like shoe-gasm. But, it was hella pricey. The shoes that me and my brother liked were 14,900baht on a 50% discount already. BAHHHH, we were pissed. But, actually it’s quite cheap. Genuine crocodile skin and leather? Who wouldn’t want that???
And, I bought 2 shirts for myself. 2 typical tourist shirts: 1 chang beer singlet, and 1 I love Bangkok shirt.
Nothing too interesting happened today. OH, except for the fact that my brother and I were split up because he got onto the mrt faster than I did and I was stuck in the station. I was scared and nervous ‘cause he doesn’t have a cell phone. I told him to come back, but he OBVIOUSLY kept going. My bejeezus.
Going to Pattaya tomorrowwwww!!!! Taking a bus, chillin’ at the beach. I hope it doesn’t rain tomorrow :( it’s raining tonight :(.
I’M ON AN ISLAND MATHAFACKAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
AMAZING DAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. So this is how it went. Me and my brother got up at 7.30am to get some breakfast and to check out of the hotel. We took the MRT to Sukhumvit, then switched to Asok BTS to head to Ekkamai BTS to catch the bus to PATTAYA!!!
We were right on time as we bought the ticket. We got to Pattaya around 11.30pm, and checked in at our hotel. This could pass off as a 5 star hotel [but, I think because of the location, and amenities within the room deems it a 3.5-4 star] but, HELL YEAH. It’s only like $43 a night for a nice hotel.
After we checked in, me and brother really just wanted to head to the beach to chill for a day. I lined up some cultural things for us to do, such as visit the Sanctuary of Truth, the Pattaya floating market, etc. yep, we ended up doing none of that cultural stuff. -____- BUT, we had much more fun.
We tried to find the beach, we may have gotten lost, but we decided to keep walking anyways. We walked to a food stall and had some local noodles. It was really goooood.
Anyways, as we got to what we think was the populous beach, turns out we ended up at the pier [in all actuality the populous part was around 2-3km away… I think it would be too much of a walk to be a relaxing day at the beach]. So, me and my brother decided to head towards the pier.
WE ENDED UP GOING TO AN ISLAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH YEAH. WAYYY BETTER THAN GULA GULA [actually I wouldn’t know] We took a local ferry there, and then switched to a mini bowl boat (?). I didn’t take pictures on the bowl boat because I didn’t want my camera to get wet.
I haven’t swam in the Pacific Ocean… in… what seems like forever [which may be YEARS!!!] I don’t think Sentosa beach counts, because 1. it’s ugly as hell. 2. it’s artificial. 3. Singapore’s Pacific got nothing on Thailand :)
It was just a pretty amazing day. I don’t know if I got my “tan” on. Bwahahahaha, Liz [and other girls who are like her] missed out. There were some pretty hawwwwt guys, and one really creepy Indian guy. And there was this European girl, oh my god, she had an amazing body. I would probably go lesbian for her.
The sad thing was neither I nor my brother had swimsuits. I just swam in my bra, and underwear, and tank top and shorts. TEEEHEEEEEE. I had fun regardless. Oh, it was just amazing. Photos can’t replicate how I felt. I also did a lot of deep thinking. Oh yes, the sunset back on the ferry was beautiful as well.
Then, me and my brother decided to grab seafood from a high class restaurant. It’s our 2nd to last day here, so, why not spend a little. :)
TOMORROW, heading to Bangkok again. Doing some last minute shopping. Maybe get a massage tomorrow too :) and the hotel we’re staying at would be another 3-4 star hotel. OH HELL YES FOR agoda.com <3
***Oh my god. I totally forgot. The highlight of theisland trip was that the ferry was PLAYING MY JAM!!! They played “My Love” by Westlife <3 <3 <3. It means a lot to me. And then, they also played “fireflies” and “apple bottom jeans, boots with da furrr”***
Nothing good happened last night. EXCEPT THERE WERE 3 FUCKING COCKAROACHES IN OUR FUCKING ROOM. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. I couldn’t sleep. So I demanded a room change. The new room wasn’t any better. OF ALL HOTELS, THE LAST ONE, IN BANGKOK HAD TO BE DIRTY AS FUCK. -____- ew. Kill me now.
Anyways, onto other news. I did a lot of shopping. Like a lot. I also bought some Absolut at duty free. And some chocolate for my host family :) hopefully they’ll like it.
And, LUCKY ME. I was supposed to fly out of Bangkok today at 9pm, which resulted in me having to stay at the airport from 5am to 9pm. But then, I went to the front desk and asked them for an ealier flight. AND HELL YEAH, got the first flight out. I don’t care where I sit at this point, I just want to get to Singapore. Wow, I’m actually quite surprised I just typed that. I don’t really want to go back, but life is so easy there; 1. meal’s are always available, 2. transportation is a breeze, 3. the “country” is small, 4. everyone speaks English. MEH.
Only, what… 20 days or so till I leave singapore back to TAI-FUCKING-WAN!?!?!? Hell yeah, who doesn’t want THAT?
***I’m currently at the gate waiting to be boarded. There is not one single foreigner at the gate waiting to go Singapore. Do you see how pathetic it is? [I don’t know why I’m hating on Singapore so much…sorry if I offend anyone, or make people think twice about coming to Singapore.] It’s a good “country,” I just feel a resentment towards it due to the past, and the present, and how I was brought up…************ONE WHITE PERSON WALKED BY! And, counting.
Oh yes. And I propose a new tumblr: cockasianssleepingintheairport
And, oh my god: I hate $%@^#&! PEOPLE. How can I hate my own race? Well, yes. Let me tell you, its fucking possible.
Wow, there’s so many cusswords in this post alone. I don’t know why. I think it’s because I’m sleep deprived, because I refused to sleep knowing that cockroaches existed in that god awful fucking MOTEL [is more like it[.
going to thailand instead of india?!?!?!?! HELL FUCKING YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. except, there’s so many things to get done before i arrive. shit -___-
this is the first time ever that i’ll be traveling “alone.”
in the past, by alone, i meant something along the lines of taking the plane by myself. i usually have friends accompanying me when i get to my location. NOT THIS TIME. I’M FORREALZ RIDIN’ SOLO.
i’m nervous, scared, yet excited at the same time. i feel so liberated. it might be dangerous, since i am a girl. maybe i should take thai boxing classes like google suggested… but, i love thailand, and thai people love me.
i wonder what my parents will think when i go to thailand this time bwahahaha.
should i bring my laptop???
Bruised lips (?)
So, these past few days have been fucking crazy. I don’t know where to start. I sure as hell know when to end haha. I have a lot of insights I would like to share while I tell my tale. But, that would require another post. I don’t know how to start…
Let’s start with 6/16/11. My birthday was 6/17/11. I had a nice rich chocolate cake with the auntie, my brother and Liz. It was just a nice relaxing pre-birthday. I didn’t plan on going out that night for I had work the very next day.
Then, it turned midnight, got birthday wishes, and passed out. I went to work in the morning, and it was like another typical day. I had to telecall important people again, type in a database, set a quota by this upcoming Wednesday. It didn’t really feel like my birthday.
So after work, I had dinner with my friend, Pee-Oii, from Thailand!!!! If you guys have kept up with my post, she’s one of those unforgettable friends. Anyways, Liz decided to meet me after work, and head to grab dinner together. I wasn’t planning on going out on my birthday night because I was tired, and wasn’t/haven’t been in the party mode for a while.
We decided to head to Carrefour to grab our wine. 2 bottles. We’ve done this at least 4 times this past few weeks. Grabbing 2 bottles of cheap wine and just chugging it right outside [great thing about Singapore: you can drink openly, anywhere, anytime :)]
We took some birthday pictures. And, Liz got a mall cop to sing happy birthday to me. BWAHAHAHA. 1. he was out of tune. 2. he didn’t really know how to sing happy birthday. 3. my name according to him was “jebra.” looool. Anyways, after we nearly finished half a bottle, we decided to go meet my friend outside of her hotel.
When we got to the back entrance, we saw a guy we met a couple of nights ago; we met him after we chugged wine hahahaha. So, yeah, this chugging cheap wine thing has been routine. Anyways, I did the most worst possible party foul within the 15-30 minutes when we were waiting for my friend. As we sat on a ledge, I called my friend to ask her where she was. As my arms moved slightly, it knocked over our last bottle of wine. My eyes got huge, my jaws dropped. Everything seemed like slow motion. Then, the guy we met the other night swiftly grabbed ahold of the tip of the bottle, but then CRASHHHHHHHH. Glass broke, hearts shattered, tears fell. The wine was gone.
Liz hated me for a solid…. 5 minutes. But, it was my birthday, so it was all good. :]
We met up with the friend, ate dinner, walked around a little, caught up. It was a great night already. We talked in her hotel room about crazy boyfriends, crazy life, how much we hated Singapore, “big-brother,” etc. etc.
As Pee-Oii walked us to Dhoby Ghaut [at this point, during the long conversation in her hotel room, Liz was like, fuck my host family, leggooooooooooo. And I was like, fuck it, my aunt loves me, and she understands] to catch the MRT to Clarke Quay.
We said our farewells, and… decided to head out. The whole time, we were like, how are we going to pay for the alcohol??? It’s so pricey!! How are we going to get into clubs??? Cover charge is too much!!! That’s when my free birthday and post-birthday started.
I purchased another bottle of wine for Liz, and we chugged it as we were walking around the river area of Clarke Quay.
After consumption of such cheap/klassy wine, we decided to head to the bars and look for guys to pay for drinks. I SAW THE MOST BEAUTIFUL ASIAN MAN I’VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE. I was going to seriously jizz in my pants. Omg omg omg. And, of course, Liz worked her magic. JIZZZZZZZZ. His nickname is Princeton, ‘cause he goes there. Anyways, sexiest man on earth. Then, as Liz was talking to him, I talked with a Filipino man over a free cigarette. I told him it was my birthday, he was like, leggo drink!!!! Me and Liz entered the bar, and, I see Macallan on the table. I laughed on the inside. And, had about 2 glasses or so. Liz in her pussy dress was dancing to some salsa music, and an old white woman approached her and danced with her. Oddest scene I’ve seen with Liz in it.
After some talking to strangers, we decided to find a club to dance in. We start walking around Clarke Quay, and we see 3 lines filled with Asians going inside this bar/club thing. We were like, um, YEAH! Definitely going inside now. We asked the girls in front of us why there were 3 lines, and we didn’t really find out the answer. Then, a random guy on the side lines used that “come hither” finger motion to motion Liz over, of course I couldn’t let her pussy dress leave me hangin’. We somehow got onto “the list,” got in the club for free, and didn’t have to do anything with the guys who let us cut them. And, the ‘mark’ they give you is like only viewable through blacklights. It was pretty damn cool for a drunk person.
God, so much shit went down the night of my birthday at this club. There was a cage, there was a stage, there was this huge ass bar, and I still didn’t figure out what club we headed into. As I headed to the smoke room, I made a lot of friends in there. Telling all of them it was my damn fucking birthday. Cigarettes and drinks for me, for free, all night pretty much. I finally asked some guy, called Romeo [lol, I know right?], where the fuck I am. He said Zirca. I was like, you’re shitting me. THIS CLUB IS THE 9TH BEST IN THE WORLD????? Well, I guess it was figuring that I got a lot of free alcohol and nice attention that night. Hahaha. It wasn’t as great as I thought honestly. But, yes, I made it into Zirca, apparently on the VIP list.
At one point in the night, I had to JUGS, yes, JUGSSSSS, or different types of alcohol in both my hands. With multiple straws up my mouth. At another point of my night, me and Liz decided we wanted to dance on stage, and then, we got kicked off stage. Then, of course how can I resist the cage?
I went to the bathroom several times, told girls they were pretty and didn’t need to fix their makeup. And then, some girls were like “YOU’RE THE GIRL IN THE CAGE. YOU’RE SO HAWWWT.” I’m like, damn, why, thank you.
Liz stumbled into the men’s bathroom. LOL. Oh, yeah, um, at one point. Liz was getting paranoid about people stealing her wallet. So, she took out all of her money and I stuck it in my bra, and I put her wallet in my shorts. Yep.
OH YEAH. I have a bruise on my lip. Wouldn’t you like to know how that happened???
Also, I have random scars on my legs, I really don’t know how that got there.
I took a cab home, after trying to desperately find Liz through the club. I gave up, thinking she went home with some guy. At one point in the night, a guy asked if I needed accompanying back home pwahaha. I said, NOOO I’M FINEEE. BUT I DON’T HAVE ANY MONEYYYYYY.
I managed to get a cab, talked to the taxi driver for a bit. And arrived back at my aunt’s. I tried to act as sober as possible at like 3-4-5am in the morning (?). I threw up. Ew, I know right? So much alcohol.
Woke up at noon, looked at my beside to see a plastic bag, a kiddy cup, and a green wallet. Shit was rough haha. I texted Liz immediately. We eventually ended up on Orchard Road doing people creeping.
As usual, we got stares; but the highlight of people creeping: “what the FUCK was SHE looking at? She looks like a 50 cent whore!!!” I said very loudly and seriously. And then we tried pointing out people with boob jobs, and who was $1 whore, or $100 whore.
Then, I was like. I want to go to the beach. It’s not sunny, we won’t get sunburnt. I just want to RELAXXXX. We ended up in fucking Sentosa. Oh my god.
Did I mention, as me and Liz were walking towards Dhoby Ghaut MRT station to head to Sentosa, I got a tap on my shoulder. I started flipping shit. I was like, oh my god. Was it a guy I met from last night? I don’t remember who I’ve met!!! There were too many men last night!!!! I turned around, and screamed “Pee-oii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” And Liz got scared shitless. Singapore is a small ass country.
Anyways, so we decided to head to Sentosa. We headed on the skytrain express to reach the little island. My oh my has Sentosa changed from 10 years ago. 10 years ago, Sentosa was just beaches. And now, it has a Universal Studio, a fucking outside shopping mall. The whole time I was like, WHERE THE FUCK IS THE BEACH?!!!!!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
We finally got to the beach, and headed to Silosa (sp?) beach. We tred in the water, sat in the sand. Had a sand crack up my ass. We laughed and were disgusted by fat men in speedos. And hairy Indian men with scary mustaches playing in the water. It was a good relaxing time.
We then decided to head to the “younger looking ” part of the beach. And, we illegally crossed borders, wires, and boards. Lol.
We walked along the beach, and then came across this outdoor bar. That place was crackalacking. They had lounge chairs, mattresses, a swimming pool where you could order drinks. Shit was legit. I think it was called café del moar ? Anyways, me and Liz decided to lounge on the mattresses. Ordered a couple of Corona with lime on the side. $26 for a couple of beers? You fucking kidding me? Whatever, we took the most of it and just lounged, danced, had air sex, etc. on the mattress. It was a fun good afternoon.
As we were fooling around, we saw a lot of creepy people. Some old, fat, with long hair. Some were just creepy. And then there were the hotties. People creeping=fun times. Then, there was a guy we saw who looked a LOTT like a guy I know and semi dislike. I couldn’t help but stare in that direction for I was facing that way to look at the sunset. He comes into this story/equation later… and yes, he was with the old fat long haired creepy guy. As well as this indian guy, and some middle eastern guy. They all come in later as well….
We didn’t eat dinner, we weren’t hungry. We just wanted to relax after a night of crazy partying. We decided to look for a club on Sentosa, ended up walking back to this café. We then decided share a lounge chair. Liz, being the sexual person that she is decides to put her vagina in my face while I relax. At that point, I was like, whatever. Nobody knows me. They probably think I’m a lesbian with her, but I don’t plan on doing anything with anymore guys.
She kept trying to eyeflirt with the guy who looks like my friend, Terrence. After many attempts of looking, and smiling. He made the most gentlemanly gesture. He purchased 2 Coronas with lime and got the waitress to send it over to us. Bwahahaha, it was invigorating. Of course, I was like shit. Please go away, but Liz liked him. So, another adventurous story begins.
We talked to him for a bit. And drinks kept coming and going and flowing like the freaking tidal wave constaly hurdling over. There was sex on the beach, screwdrivers, tequila shots, rum and coke everywhere. It was like the alcohol supply was endless. His clients then came over. OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. I later came to love his client:
Azees (SP???). I ended up calling him AhJizzzzzzzz. That seemed like an appropriate nickname. He comes from Qatar, and he and Liz held a long 20 min conversation about sex. And how he found all girls yummy. And, how he liked to grab some ass or meat on thighs. He also said “WHO WOULD WANT TO FUCK MODELS?? THEY HAVE NOTHING!!” I loved him.
I loved him because of his cockiness, his confidence, and he also said. “I look into women’s eyes, not their chest or vagina, because I know how to treat a woman. I’m more mature and experienced…blabhalbhlahblah” god, it was… a great conversation. He had a fit body, face was okay, but his attitude just gave him this hugeeee boost on the 1-10 scale. He ended up with some Asian who was flat chested and had a little bit of an ass. He sure as hell was disappointed, but I think he just needed some ass.
I received so many compliments last night, and the night before. I want to believe that it’s real…. But maybe they also just wanted my ass. But, nobody really got any.
As the alcohol freely flowing came and went. Me and Liz decided to hit up some Indians with free flowing cigarettes. It was Logan’s [a stranger] birthday. And we connected. Then, I met this tall guy called Navin, sounds like Nevin. TEHE. Then, apparently in that group of Indians, there was a famous Singaporean boxer—we of course had no idea.
Liz got thrown in the pool.
I flirted with the bartender who had a girlfriend. And AhJizz and “Terrence-look-alike” aka BRIAN said he was a dickhead and didn’t know what he was missing out on. Haha.
I started flipping shit at around 11pm because I wasn’t supposed to party tonight. I planned on going home at like 10pm and just relax. Nope, it was another night of partying. I called my auntie and told her I would be sleeping with Liz in a hotel tonight. Of course, at the moment, I was like “FUCKKK. We can’t afford a hotel at Sentosa. And, HOW THE HELL DO WE GET OFF THIS ISLAND?!?!?! THE SKYTRAIN PROBABLY ISN’T RUNNING THIS LATE!!!”
After 15 minutes, and some alcohol has taken effect, I forgot about the “where the hell are we going to go” problem. I decided we were going to sleep on the beach. But, as Liz mentioned, if this Brian kid can buy us free flowing alcohol, and a $50 club sandwich which shouldn’t cost us that much, he could afford a hotel room. And, that’s what he did. But before we go THERE…
The café closed around 2am, so me, Liz, Brian and the Indian group decided to go to another club. Then, I felt awkward around this group of Indian people because honestly we were kind of out of place. The three of us decided to head to a hotel. I was like, I NEED A SEPARATE ROOM FROM YOU TWOOO!!!! And, that’s what happened.
It was a nice fucking hotel somewhere in Chinatown. Called, hotel re (sp?). I got the bed that was like a king+double bed. Kekekeke. And, I FINALLY GOT TO SLEEP NAKED. I slept like a fucking boss.
I woke up in the middle of this night. I was like, OH SHIT. I MIGHT GET KRABS, OR ANY SORT OF STDS!!!!!!!!! I’M SLEEPING ON THIS BEDSHEET NAKED, AND I DON’T KNOW IF IT’S CLEAN. Then, I was like, fuck the world. Peace.
Let’s pray I don’t get krabs or whatever hotel STD.
Brian had church in the morning. Which seems like a huge private joke between me and Liz. We got dropped off at Centrepoint andddd that was my weekend. Shit was cuh-ray-zy.
I’m glad there were a lot of guys attracted to me. On my bday, at Zirca, a guy was like “you’re so pretty. Don’t get raped!” Another was like, “why are you talking to him? Talk to me, I’m more handsome.” BAHHH, I just loved the attention. And, I’ve had several invitations to be in a threesome. Haha, I’m good.
AHJIZZ IN MY PANTSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. tehe.
i miss thailand so much for the following (and many other) reasons
- great friends and people.
- amazing food.
- new lifestyle.
- eye-opening culture.
- beautiful place <3.
- ANDDDDD… the more humorous reasons:
- finally rode a bike after 6 years of idle-ness.
- hand-washed my own laundry.
- strippers galore.
- world’s best sex industry at its finest.
- many nights of random craziness.
anything else needed to be said?
i want to go back. NOW. GET ME AN ECONOMIC-CLASS TICKET THERE, NOW. FUCK, I’LL SWIM THERE.
I know. I’m sorry. I haven’t had a post in a while. And, I honestly don’t know where I left off. But, I’M BACK… in Taiwan. Tomorrow, I’m headed to Japan—woo-hoo? I’m surprised I haven’t bawled my eyes out yet after my amazing trip in Thailand. I’m currently uploading pictures, but it’s taking forever since I’ll have at least 5-6 albums to summarize my trip. Good memories that will surely last forever. But then again, memories are memories, and they’ll be forgotten eventually right? And, as I mentioned before, friendship can be fleeting—usually all friendships in my case. But, I hope the relationships that I have sustained in Thailand will last a really long time.
I… want to go home. But, I don’t know where home is. I loved Thailand, and I treated that country as my home, and now I’m back in Taiwan, and it’s a comfortable, convenient place. And when I head back to the states… I’ll feel ‘at home’ again.
I will have a special post dedicated to the people I have met in Thailand, because they deserve it. It’s not much, since it’s only words that I have written, but it means the world to me. I love them very much, and don’t know how I could live a month without these people.
BANGFUGGINGKOK!!! DAY FOUR!! Gay bar.
Around 9pm last night: After a nap, we headed out into Silom district again. I feel like me and Kyle have become regulars there haha, it’s funny. We wanted to head to DJ Station (a quite famous gay pub/bar/club), but they were checking IDs. You had to be 20 years of age, and that would be legal. I just turned 19, and I wanted to punch the bouncer—not really though because I was actually hesitant in going in there the first place. A lot of people walked by me and Kyle in the pouring rain. So, instead of heading out immediately, we chilled under the roof until the rain subsided. As this happened, we met a group of Malaysians who also happened to be turned back. One of their group members had 17 days left to be 20. They wanted to go see a gay strip club—and, apparently, me and Kyle are now experts. I don’t’ know if that’s a compliment, or really creepy x100. At first, me and Kyle thought they were gay, because they first headed to a gay club, then wanted to head to a gay strip club. Turned out, all of them were straight (4 people in total, 1 middle aged guy, 1 really hot guy)). The middle aged guy just wanted the ‘kids’ to see the sex life of Thailand as they’ve never seen something quite so ‘fresh’ or ‘bizarre’ before. So they lost their ‘sex life tourism in Thailand’ virginity, as did I 4 days ago.
We took them along gay boulevard, and I, yet again, got dragged this way and that, and people have already recognized my face—haha, it’s funny and sad at the same time, I think. We took them to ‘Dreamboy’ because that was a HUGE eye-opener next to Jupiter. Me and Kyle didn’t head in because it was expensive, and we already saw the show and eye candy. We chilled outside and waited for the Malaysians because we wanted to go to G.O.D. with them (a gay club). I got harassed as usual while waiting outside. Not getting felt up, but a lot of straight guys came to talk to me. Other gay strip club bouncers came to usher me to their place while I was clearly outside ‘Dreamboy.’ It was a cute time.
Oh, for ‘dinner,’ did I mention me and Kyle ate papaya? It was really sweet and tasted delicious. Only 20baht for a whole papaya—amazing.
After the ‘Dreamboy’ show ended, and the Malaysians came out, we exchanged numbers and email addresses so we can all hook each other up if we were in Malaysia or Taiwan.
We headed to G.O.D., and that’s where another epic night came about. We arrived around 1am, and the Malaysians needed to head back to the hotel. They realized we were going to a gay club and weren’t interested, REALLY were NOT interested as well. But, they had to get up at 5.30am anyways to catch a bus to Pattaya. We said our goodbyes, and we headed into the club. It was empty, and fucking depressing. And, I really wanted to get out of there within an hour time period :(.
BUT, the party really started to start (haha, bad grammar, eff that) around 2-2.30am. I made A LOT of friends, or I met a lot of people last night. I didn’t know I would be popular seeing as I’m a chick. The gay community loves me, and I love them. Let me tell you about the club design. There’s 3 mini stages for half-naked men (provided by the club) to dance on with flashing lights. It was pretty nice. I met… let’s count how many people I met with. At least 10 people, and danced with at least 3 more different people. I met 2 straight guys, and wanted to hurl -_____-. Was not interested in them even though I’m straight myself, 1. because I felt that they wanted to get into my pants realizing I’m the only chick available, 2. they seemed semi-perverted.
I MET A DREAMBOY LAST NIGHT!!!!!!! AND, IT WAS A DREAMBOY I THOUGHT WAS CUTE!!! AND…turns out he’s gay—but it’s okay :). His name’s “Ball” and when I return to Bangkok next summer, I hope all the current ‘Dreamboys’ won’t get fired, or quit :(, because they have already recognized my face. Out of the 10 people, I met a guy who actually has been in North Carolina!! And we hit it off greatly gay-ly. I was supposed to get his email, but we split up without saying goodbye :( (will go into detail as to why I was in a rush to go). Fuck, I really wanted his email!! Bah, I feel like shit right now :(. He was 32, and only looked 26, and was cute and had a nice body. Haha. Out of the 10 people, I met 3 people—2 girls, 1 guy. Gay, bisexual, straight (?). The guy’s name is Jebbie, like Debbie :). I never remembered the girl’s names. Long story short, me and Kyle headed to Jebbie’s place at around 4am. Crazy, creepy, totally insane, totally unsafe, but… it was really okay.
I didn’t get to say goodbye to Ball either :(—not saying goodbye was my most epic fails of the night and makes me really sad. :( x100.
We headed back to Jebbie’s place—he lived right next to where the Princess of Thailand takes music lessons. His neighbors are all somewhat royal—it was quite interesting. We chilled in his place till 7am, and headed back to the hotel. Nothing shady went down; we had really nice conversations. It wasn’t even awkward, but chill. One girl was quite innocent, which I found surprising, but it’s okay, we told her everything she needed to know about ‘Dreamboy.’
3.35pm: watching World Trade Center—tearing up bad.
Jebbie wants to hang out again tonight at around 10pm, oh geez, I don’t think I can make it. 1. My flight leaves tomorrow, 2. I don’t want to stay out too late, 3. Can I please finally go to a straight club my last night here? Haha, we’ll see. I’ll call him when I get to the MRT station.
So, what’s my itinerary for this last day? Get out of bed, order room service, eat dinner with Pee-oii, Pee-ann, and Pee-top HOPEFULLY!!! *FINGERS CROSSED X100* And then, possibly hanging out with Jebbie again.