Come to think of it, I must be demented enough to agree to go for a trip with 4 men. A wise friend, TV Smith reminded me, “Remember, you have only three holes”.
Well, like I have mentioned earlier in my blogs, they are nothing, but blood brothers. We decided to stay in Coral View Bay (4 stars) and will book 2 rooms since the rooms looked kinda packed, and there are only three beds in the room. There are 5 of us. Problem.
The Monk said he will sleep on the wooden floor. Koon was fast enough to retort, “Who will be the other one sleeping on the floor?? You pay so much money to sleep on the floor??” I said I couldn’t. As meaty as they think I am, I will wake up with aches all over my body. The Monk suggested that I get an extra mattress and sleep with him on the floor.
Lecherous Bastard (LB) called and said another friend would be joining us. Another guy. WHOOO???? Ah Ming. Who the hell is Ah Ming??? Kit’s friend from work.
So, we decided. Since there are 6 of us, it is either 2 in one room or 3 in one room.
(The truth is, Koon and Kit find it uncomfortable to sleep with a girl, and they are willing to pay more NOT to sleep with me in the same room. Very funny.)
4 of us will travel by bus, LB and Ah Ming will travel by van as they are leaving earlier for Kelantan on a business trip. Whoring trip more like it. :p
So now, the Monk said the 3 of them have to draw lots on who will sit with me in the bus for the estimated torturing 12 hours’ journey. I wanted to fly, but they insisted on traveling by land. (They are demented, remember?). The Monk used numerology to determine. He added all my phone numbers to get a single digit. Anything from 1 – 3, Kit will sit with me, 4-6, I will sit with Koon, anything above that, I will sit with him. He got a number 9. God is great or was it my wishful thinking? : the Monk pre-planned this.
We have assigned to ourselves the things to bring/things to do for the trip:
Koon: The bus tickets & rooms, playing cards (for strip poker – men will take off from the pants upwards), a broom (Not for flying). Koon has a habit of sweeping the floor every morning – he always does that whenever he sees a broom. Candle wax.
Kit: Snacks, pills for his backache, amulets (to keep me away), eye cream (he has really dark eye bags)
Self: Sunblock 130 SPF, shower gel, olive body butter, whipped cream and strawberries (Ahem! Ann told me to bring protection)
The Monk: Dagger (OoooOo, kinky), mantras, yellow robe, rosaries, insect repellant (to keep me away)
LB: Mineral water, beer, Absolut Vodka (sponsor by me), Condoms, condoms and more condoms (strictly business)
Ah Ming: I don’t know him. I hope he is gorgeous.
Oh. Boy. It is going to be a blast.