KRABI - THE POST MORTEM

for juls, zac, k.lee, sara, aar & sha

who surpassed every man made rules about how to live 

and stay grounded to the concept of having fun.

day 1 (a.m)

september 25, 2010
gurney heights > kl sentral > lcct > krabi airport

'how my guts knocked over the contemplative thinking'

the day before this date, i said to myself "there's no way you can go with that amount of cash in your bank account." and not to mention the whole ptptn scare of barring its debt defaulters from going abroad, should they failed to do repayment. i was scared.and even more than that, i was actually terrified by this whole trip.

i couldn't sleep that night. the idea of it all scared me so much, that i had to snooze at 10:00pm but ended waking up at the earliest dawn of 3:00am.

"fuck this shit. am not goin!". then the other worry slips into my head - how the heck should i tell this to the rest without them feeling like cursing to nose?

so i did what every man and woman like me does when they're in dipshit. lit up that wonder stick and puff it all out. 2 minutes later, i saw that light. at the end of the tunnel, ya know?

"fuck this fucking shit, am goin! it is now, or never maurice!"

you see, only a smoker would understand how smoking can do wonders.

so there i was. staying up till 8 am. took out all my clothes and lay it all on the floors and bed. and i had a good stare for like another hour. it was only at 9am that i really started packing. and juls was going to pick me up at 10:30am.

i didn't take my bath that morning.

(tomorrow's entry on day 1 'this is it!' - of passport checks and world class prentention)