The Sea and lots of Sand

The sea is so clear, even from the boat, the bottom of the ocean floor is visible.

We shivered with excitement, looking at the beautiful blue around us. Well, one of us shivered with sea sickness. All throughout the boat ride, I'm crossing my fingers and yelling at Thomas, telling him if he throws up on me, he might end up out of the boat and into the waves. Jason, as usual, was being an asshole, preparing his camera to capture any possibility of me being hit by vomit.

When we step off the boat and head towards the resort, it was impossible not to look around at the white sand and the turquoise water. I couldn't wait to enter the water, to wash away the heat and stickiness on my skin. The sun was throwing every ray it has towards us, and the reflection off the sand made us squint. And sneeze. Light makes us sneeze. I learnt that from my lovely friends.

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I've been stuck for a few days after writing the above, and I don't really know how to chronicle the rest. It wasn't as if I forgot the sequence of events, or that the stuff we did was boring. It may be due to the fact that I'm a terrible story teller. However, I think the most likely answer is because I simply can't put this trip into words. At least, not in a way that I would like to.

Sure, I can list down the funny, interesting things that happened:
- Yon Chau tried to kidnap us and sell us off. He even hired decoys on the bus, and disappeared for a suspiciously lengthy time before returning to the bus. He claimed he got "lost". Hmmm... But his plan failed after breaking his toenail (but scoring a goal at the same time!), receiving a bloody toe, and concluding with a bandaged digit, handsomely put together by Dr. Wong. I guess he simply doesn't have the heart to kidnap and sell off such amazing friends.

- Thomas puked into the sea when he got seasick. The fish ate his puke. A lady on the same boat kept asking the person driving the boat "what is that?". Then, Thomas jumped into the spot where he puked "after the vomit drifted away".

- Bryce wore eyeliner. And stuffed two toilet rolls into his shirt for a set of very seductive breasts. And then paraded around in public with those magnificent boobs.

- Jyen got creeped on by the diving master dude. He told her she's got a red butt, like a monkey, and that she dances around. He also invited her to go night swimming, only for her to stand him up. Tut tut, Jyen. Don't leave a guy hanging like that. It wasn't like he was creepy, or anything.

- Morgan decided we should vlog. She also decided we need a catchphrase for the end of each vlog, and thus came up with the most original, totally not overused catchphrase in the history of catchphrases. "Catch you later!" *wink*

- Food is essential at 4am, when viewing the World Cup. If the silly shops aren't open at four in the morning (what kind of shops are they when they don't open at four in the morning?), we go hunt down some food. I really suck at guessing which teams will win. I mean, it's only a fifty-fifty chance, and I still got it wrong twice in a row. I'm just thanking my lucky stars I didn't wager my money with Jyen.

- Jason witnessed an epic battle between a shark and a turtle, where blood was shed and a duel of teeth and biting ensued. The battle is simply too epic for me to note down in simple words, for Jason's fantastic sound effects are not included in this insufficient blogpost. I should've recorded him. Jason is also the best goalkeeper. Ever. Those amazing reflexes, blocking the ball that is just zooming towards him. Read this whole part in the most sarcastic manner you can manage.

- I'm pretty sure this trip is also the first time I've ever willingly let myself be a tackle dummy. On the beach. On the lovely, hot, hard sand. I just watched this small girl rush at me, dig her shoulder into my stomach, hook her hand around the back of my knee, and knock me down into the ground. My centre of gravity just took off, and even though I braced myself, my breath left my lungs, and the impact left me stunned. To think I let her tackle me not once, but twice. This resulted in a bruise on my left butt cheek. Good job, Jyen! Mission accomplished.

These events didn't occur in the order that I wrote them in. Just some of the first things that popped into my head when I was writing. I had hoped I could write this all in a journal-entry style, but I just don't know how.

I cannot express how insanely happy I was to see my friends, and travel, and just to relax and be with them. I admit I felt a bit off, seeing as I was sick throughout the trip, which left me on the pessimistic side of most things, but it never got too bad with these folks around me. Who knows when we'll all be together again.

Strangely enough, my favourite part of the trip is when we took a walk to these gigantic rocks by the coast. We jumped (Yon Chau limped) onto the different rocks, making our way to the highest point, and took a group picture. Jason said something about us evolving from bunnies (or was it monkeys?) jumping from rock to rock, to mountain goats... jumping from rock to rock. I don't really know why I liked being there so much. The serene, yet gloomy weather. The water sluggishly hitting the rocks. We didn't even talk that much. It just felt... Right.

I can't be fussed to write any more. Overall, the trip was awkward and painful, but amazing and wonderful at the same time. I'm going to sorely miss these friends, but this only makes me more excited to have adventures with my new found friends. I want all my memories to be as precious as the memory of this trip.

Catch y'all later.