Tag: 100 Questions No One Ever Asks

I was tagged by a fellow blogger, Jasmine, and anyone tagged is supposed to answer these questions, then tag someone else. I have no one I can think of right now, so I'll add a tag later when I do.

1:Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?
Everyone has closet skeletons, so closed.

2:Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotels?
No, unless it's Head & Shoulders or Garnier Fructis.

3:Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out?
Out. I need to be able to escape fast for contingency purposes.

4:Have you ever stolen a street sign before?
No, but I'll probably get to it one of these days.

5:Do you like to use post-it notes?
I tend to avert tasks, and by virtue, avoid post-its. I use the Memo app on my phone, or a calendar, or an alarm.

6:Do you cut out coupons but then never use them?
I almost never cut out coupons.

7:Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees?

Waterlust in B-B-BARLEYYYYY

Bali, if you were wondering what BARLEYYYY meant. It's an expression of our desire for the tantalising empire of water sports and high-class fun we would indulge ourselves in. BARLEYYYY. BARLEYYY. BARLEYYYYYYY. 

I'll skip ahead of all the chaos, sleep-deprivation (overnight flight) and tedious travelling that happened in between, 'cuz travel takes up like 3/4 of your overall time. I shit you not. At least 45 minutes from place to place.... by car! 3 hours, sometimes, if you have your destinations set further. My suggestion is to rent a personal chauffeur, or if you have a license, drive.

Villa

If you're heading in with a huge group, it's best to pool your budget for a villa, although it'll probably have rats and geckos the size of cats. Not much of a night partying nature, our staycation in BARLEY, but lots of water sports and scenery to behold.

Post-dive jumpshot with the paddy fields and le buddy

2014? Ain’t got no time for that.

Okay, I've officially snapped out of my drunken stupor and am ready to type. =] First off, Happy New Year, everyone! Next.

2014. You were a roller coaster ride; I had a love-hate r/s with you; too much emotional politics that I couldn't care less, national, international or personal. But rather than doing what a lot of people have done -- writing and reminiscing about their accomplishments and rage quitting 2014 -- I'd rather talk about the future. 

2015, rather than be afflicted by chronic claustrophobia of small minds, I've decided to grab you by the ass, introduce myself and elope with you. By that, obviously, I mean escapism: travel whores -- pouncing on place after place with voracious lust, bumping into old and new friends alike, and soliciting adventures like souped-up adrenaline turbo junkies.

On the sidelines, I will (try to) graduate (with brilliant grades). I will land a full-time writing job thereafter. I will intensify workouts and get ripped. Get my girlfriend to approve of kinky you need a life if you're reading this.