I've never really understood the way a blog works. Am I supposed to be updating every single time? I feel bad for this you know?

I know I should have at least updated something when I was at Bali, or maybe when I was at Phuket. Tell you guys what's been up, to whoever who reads this anyway, I really don't care.

So for lack of nothing better to write, let me start.

-I'm back. From an amazing 2 months of being a Wanderer in familiar yet different places.
-I'm still with Mr. CG. Awesomely so, we're like a couple of lovesick 15 year-olds discovering feelings for the first time.

The deduction from the two above sentences is, we travelled together. Yes, me and MR. CG. After the tiff, he decided to take a break from his backbreaking job, came to my apartment, suprised the hell out of my housemate and proceeded to expose his undying love for me by...wanting to follow me travelling. I said okay, I'm a lost soul for the moment. School's out, I was jobless.

We went to Phuket, first, for 2 weeks. Then off to Koh Tao, for 1 week. He actually joined me playing the waves, I was truly touched. You don't get romance like that anymore. I love guys that make the effort to understand what you like, even if he hates it. MR. CG sucked at surfing. He really does. At night, in our cheap motel room, I rub his burned back and let him sleep.

We stayed at Bali for I can't remember how long, left 3 days before the bombing. Bali was amazzzzzzing. I love the labels they have over there. I love looking at teenage girls with sick hairstyle and ripped men with surfboards. I was practically happy just sitting there and looking at these hot babes. Mr. CG had a problem with his job, someone finally tracked him in and he had to do a serious conference call. He came back whipped, poor boy. We spend the day reading books by the beach, him telling me about the reincarnation of King tut. I LOVE it when he gets intelligent, nevermind whether it's true or not.

After a while we decided to do the unknown and headed to Vietnam, to Da Nang. That place was, whacked. I don't know. Maybe because we've always heard of Thailand and Indonesia, but never Vietnam, the people, I mean. We had fun strolling through their wet markets, just like the ones they have in terengganu and Kelantan. The beach were something to write about too. I loved it there.

I lost my iPod somewhere at Bali, and Mr.CG and I decided to share and buy another one. Our tastes in music are so different, we laughed for an hour trying to decided what to listen at night. He enjoys folk like Phish and liberated females like Sinead and PJ Harvey, including some new bands like ExplosionsITS, Kaiser Chefs and shit. Meanwhile, being the music dork I am, I like them bands in the 90's, Guns and Roses, Soundgarden and Rancid circa 1997.

We settled on Thom Yorke and PJ Harvey's The Mess We're In the whole time. Oh yeah.