Dreams

"It was a dream, and in dreams you have no choices: either there are no decisions to be made, or they were made for you long before ever the dream began." - Neil Gaiman in American Gods.

-random

Now I think I'm just being lame, but..


wtf?

Someone google-ed my email address. And ended up here.

Kinda dodgy ain't it?

It's My Life

What can two bored retards suffering from a similiar inability to sleep do at 8am in the morning?
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They watch each other play Chinese Chess on Viwawa!


raperaperaperaperaperaperaperaperaperape

Although actually, it's surprisingly entertaining and funny watching someone play chess in a semi-conscious state.

I think I need a life.

Bangkok (mis)Adventure Day 6 & 7

'Now Everyone Can Fly'

My. fucking. arse. But I'll get to that in awhile.

So anyways, day 6 was spent packing up and watching Southpark and DMC in the hotel room, since we had nothing better to do at this point already. 5pm quickly came and it was time for our 12 hour ride to Phuket.



all excited, 5pm. T_T

our ride

'are we there yet?'

and finally, Phuket Airport, 4am.

Kerk is very happy

but cb, what's this. Luckily, Air-fucking-Asia was the only airline which wasn't cancelled, or so we thought.

crowds form at about 5am

and oh yes, fuck you AirAsia

And yea, this is the part where I curse Air-fucking-Asia to hell. After the 12 hour ride to Phuket, and a 3 hour wait, we found the Air Asia check in counter empty. Despite the monitor saying that flights were going on as per normal. Sick of waiting, we decided to go to its booth to enquire, and oh joy, the flight was cancelled cause the plane was grounded in Bangkok (or something like that, but i don't care).

And why was there no fucking attempt at any point in time to try to communicate this information to us, either earlier through email or through the airport monitor displays. It's as if the fucking sub-standard rubbish turd shite of an airline thought that if they kept quiet, the passengers would just disappear. What's the point of taking down the passenger's particulars you are not going to contact them if a delay occurs. And this wasn't even an unexpected delay. On the contrary, it was so expected that I wonder why these pathetic turds even sold tickets in the fucking first place (oh, my planes are stuck, but I'll sell tickets anyways. Who cares if I might not actually manage to get the flight moving. I'm a shite airline, I don't care).

So the useless son of a shite bitch (USSB) at the booth offered us a flight to KL instead, saying there were 5 spaces available. So we told the USSB to hold the tickets for us so we could go get our passports. We had even barely began moving when USSB told us that the tickets were gone through online booking. So what is the point of a fucking booth if you cannot hold 4 fucking tickets for 2 fucking minutes?


and yes, so we sleep on the cold airport floor again.

And because no attempt was made to contact us about the delay, we were unable to get an alternative flight, with the next available flight 4 days away. Thus began our sidequest of harassing the check-in counter staff of other (better) airlines to see if there were places to slot us in. Failure after failure, we were about to give up hope when Les remembered a final Silkair flight. And we managed, thank God, to get on that.


home sweet home

Homeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. And what a way to end a trip.

Bangkok (mis)Adventure Day 5

'fortune favours the brave'

Or so we thought, as with no further updates from last night, cause BBC decided that the protest didn't merit more than random 1 minute highlights, and cause we couldn't understand Thai, we decided to travel to the airport to check if we could fly. Les also phoned the hotel reception in the morning and we were told that we could give it a try (and yes, I do realize how stupid this sounds in retrospect). So off we went.

The cab driver was only too happy to take us. ("400 BAHTTT??!! NO METERRRR!!")

We only realized how bad things actually were when we saw that the protesters had barricaded the expressway. And we were made to alight on the highway and walk for nearly an hour to the airport...

Only be greeted by an abandoned airport. There were no counters open, and to add to the confusion, nothing was set up to provide stranded tourist with information and updates. In short, no one knew what was going-on.

We were also lucky that at that point, the protesters haven't moved inside the airport yet as well. (although if we hadn't been scheduled to fly off on the first full day of the protest, we'll probably have seen what the protest grew into and avoided the airport altogether)


my. fucking. arse.

there wasn't even wireless internet access for us to find information online

so basically, if your stranded, all you can do is sleep, or..

walk around taking videos, or even..

walking into the main protest body itself to take a video.

So guess what, it was back to Bangkok City, and another opportunity to get raped by cabbies.


our new hotel of choice recommended by the cabbie

short exploration of the hotel's surroundings

Our plan now was to take a 12 hour car journey down to Phuket the next day, and fly home from there. Would fortune really favour the brave? Or would we get screwed up our asses. Stay tuned. T_T

Bangkok (mis)Adventure Day 4

'And that is why you guys always get into trouble'

Today was supposed to our last day in Bangkok. With an early flight the next day, the plan for the day was to chill; MBK and some city sight-seeing in the day, tiger beer gallery (again) in the evening, and Champions League in the room at night.


MBK outside and inside

cheap fast food cuz we're all broke T_T

just say No .

After MBK, we decided to take a little walk around Bangkok city as the weather wasn't particularly punishing. Oh, and I liked the area's concept of interconnected overhead bridges for pedestian movement.


altho its so extreme that i think the Thais have a fetish for overhead bridges.

Siam Paragon

Actually we went to a lot more place but I can't remember the names. So anyways, it was off to Tiger Beer Galleries for beer for the 4th time in 4 days.


the best place in all of Bangkok

totally full even on a Tuesday night

and our favourite pork sausage (fug, is this a sign) dinner

our fav chiobu

Midway through our night at Translate, news was starting to filter through from family and friends that the PAD had taken over the airport, causing all flights in and out of Bangkok to be cancelled. And our reaction?

'CHEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!'

But for most part, we didn't really think that things would become as bad as they did, the general train of thought was that the worst case scenario was maybe a day's delay in our flight. I guess we're a little too used and pampered by the efficiency the Motherland. Or maybe we were just a tad naive. But no-one thought at that point of time that going home was gonna be a problem.


although juve and united did bore us a little.

And so, we packed our bags (oh, the irony) and went to sleep, totally unprepared for what was to happen tomorrow.

Bangkok (mis)Adventure Day 3

'all i want is a suit'

It's day 3, and time to visit the tailor's.


yuda unable to recover after being ravaged by kerk the night before

and now kerk wants a piece of Lester

So it was a short walk to Indra Square to look for the legendary cheap but good Indian tailor.


dodgy international club outside our hotel

smelly river

the walk

Indra Square

There was nothing much in Indra Square as I explored the place a little while the guys were checking out the tailors, which wasn't very cheap actually. In the end, the guys tailored their suits from some random street store, which can be seen on Lester's left 2 pictures up.

Then it was to Platinum for lunch and shopping. And again, there wasn't really anything much as well. Maybe I'm just not a shopping person.


whatever this sign means

fallout 3

Central world, we love tiger translate!

And it was drinks after that to end a short short day 3. Tomorrow would be a far more exciting day as the PAD would storm the Suvarnabhumi Airport.

Bangkok (mis)Adventure Day 2

'The most beautiful woman in the world is a man.'

Or an ex-man at least, but more of that later. First up in the morning was Chaktuchak Market.


Chaktuchak Market

And it was huge. I guess we'll probably have explored the place more if the weather hadn't been so hot, but four hours there was plenty already I guess.




And Kerk got pwned again by..


The biggest beef steak in the world

And after that it was to Central World for a really really really hardcore heavy dinner before the guys went for a massage and I went back to the room to read. And now that all the boring stuff's outta the way, it was time for the main event, Patpong!


Dry run for later in the night.

Kerk fits right in!

And yes, I was getting to my point. So after Les got repeatedly raped by the watch sellers (rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape rape) we settled in some random bar with girls dancing on the bartop.

And, some of the girls were hot. I mean really really really really really fucking knnccb hot. Yet, there was a dodgy factor to it, and we spent the night debating which ones were transformers
(which was pretty funny and fun).

Oh, and I saw the most beautiful woman in the world, only to realize that... 'her' voice was lower than mine.

And. That. Sums. Up. Our. Lives. Time to go back, fucking zotggi.


Kerk settled for some hot and steamy time with yuda instead

and room service for supper

And that was the end of our tour of Bangkok's premier dodgy area. Pretty eye opening actually, but that was that and it was on to day 3.