Heart Phuket

It was only last year when the crab & I realized we were in desperate need of a sunny, sandy, and tropical getaway. We booked the tix late last year and spent a few months down the road complaining about sucky kl city and how we just can't wait to get the hell out. Well we did.

Finally, we left for Phuket.
It was my first time there with misses crab.
And we loved it.

We stayed in Karon beach in a lovely hotel we didn't spend time in. But the beach was within our reach. Karon is literally the opposite of Bali, its very hush hush kinda quiet. At times you hear the waves colliding and churning, but besides that its just the breeze yapping at ya. And since its so quiet, you feel you can hear the clouds and the sun talking to you. Yknow that feeling? Or maybe im just an idiot.

The beaches, quiet. tranquil. super relaxing.
The local food, magnificent.
The islanders, friendly, humble, and generous with servings.



Allow me to introduce our first friend PINKO the CRABBO.


self-timer shot


Mr.sexay getting a beach bath. It was funny how he was fighting against the waves when it sucked him in a little. I wouldve saved him anyway if it were to happen.


Love this pic of miss kellycrabby.









thats all. There are more pics but its gona take me ages to upload so heres just a few.

just a trespasser

I finished work early today. Went straight to the gym for cardio and the usual 15 reps of each bloody machine. Then took a quick shower and darted off to BSC, was disappointed that I didn't get to try THE PRESSROOM. Yeah, every freakin blogs givin rave reviews on it. So i guess sooner or later, it'll be my turn to. So me, cousin, and crab ended up in Chili's. I was planning on a salad in pressroom, but whaddaya know...i whacked an entire tray of Mushroom jack fajitas (beef). It was wicked for my tummy and it was enough for the night. Usually i have supper cravings. But now as i'm writing this, the thought of food hasnt popped up just yet.

Its 3am in the effing morning. I just had a teh tarik and now im buzzed awake. Sometimes i wonder why its always around this time i manage sleep. I would like to sleep at 1am atleast. But it never EVER happens. That's the problem about being single, no one to report to, no one to stop you or hold you back, no one to take care of you. So you'd rather go out I guess. But freedom's good for now...i ain't complaining much.

I looked at my studio and man if the owner wasn't such a stingebomb and a worry wart, then maybe I wouldve attempted to designsponge the shit out of it. I already feel like buyin the place from her so i can pimp it up permanently. But then again, i dont think i would want to cramp up in a studio for the next few years, i'd go for a 3 bedroom apartment.

Now i'm just checkin up FB. All my old contacts that i've forgotten from A-Z. Just trespassing through old-school friends, best friends, bitches, assholes, and acquaintances checking out whether they've changed, lost weight, gained weight, and who's mingling with who. I guess im being a nosey bee, but when you're bored in the AM...i guess FB can save ya.

I think it's time for me to doze.

Tomoro, send crab to KLIA. Hit the GYM. Stock up on the essentials. Buy a cabinet? and just be happy monkey for the day before the Heineken green space partay.

toods.