Come Hither.

Turning Point.




Despite the time frame, despite the goddamn distance, and despite the turn-over in living conditions, if given a choice, I will return back to Cambodia, once in a while maybe, at least that's where I truly loved what I was doing. Despite the dirt, the rough work, the aches and heat waves, I gave my heart and soul while doing them. These moments, moments of self-achievement, I can't put into stringed words and sentences for you, but I can assure you, especially those who have gone the extreme to give aid may be able to understand me, that you can only feel proud of yourself the day you subconsciously stepped out into the world and touched others, only to be sincerely appreciated five thousand times more. I call this the authenticity of success.






















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Pimples outbreak, ulcers, obesity, donut binge session, blow pops infestation, constant mutilation of finger, nausea, time lag, what's new?

I had TCC with Uncle Skinny today. Alcoholic coffee. Don't worry, it's not going to kill me having alcohol so often. Which I must say, I don't mind dying from overdosage of endophine or those 'get-high-bitches' hormonal rush, seriously. It's a way more pleasant way to end my life than plunging from a classy glass building, don't you think? Okay, I need to cut it out with these suicidal thoughts and suicidal methods, which I ought to say, I'm pretty good at when coming to imagine all these bullshit.

Guess what? I can officially say I've found someone who loves coffee and alcohol too, best if they come hand in hand. Speak about simultaneous coincidence, we both have the same birthday; in other words, we're made around the same time, to put it blatently. Aww shit, sick!


Well, the coffee did get me going there. We talked like intellectual individuals, and I never realized I had so much to talk about. We're like two bitchy beings, who had nothing better to do than to chill and talk about food.

The time of the month is somewhat near. That explains the bloated tummy, the endless 20-minute interval cravings, and the near-to-death cramps that are on the way. Yay, how excited. Can't wait! -.-


A picture paints a thousand words. As one door closes, another door opens. And two wrongs don't make a right. Now good things come to those who wait. Take the highs with the lows, dear. You'll get what you're given and everything's gonna be alright.


Alight, am off to bed soon. Need to pack the bag. Wasted my weekends, so to speak.


Goodnight, folks.

Drink Gallery.