» The most cash I've ever carried

Gap Year Frolics
Before i went to Uni, I spent a year in South America, during which period I made friends with some fairly dodgy chaps. They were also very very rich. I wasn't stupid, but I probably had sampled too much of the wares that they provided, so a couple of times I agreed to help with some of their transactions (for a 1% cut of the profits.) I think I was a good candidate owing to my fairly average tourist look, maybe verging a bit on the posh side. Certainly not someone who looks like they're carrying 2.5 million US dollars in their hold-all (or the white equivalent, on the outward journey.)
Anyway, long story short, it was quite fun to do the 'Pulp Fiction' thing of getting back to the hotel and opening the suitcase and seeing all that money, just shining up at you. On the other hand it took about 2 years for my heart rate to return to normal, and I've not been to that continent since.
Life is just a series of experiences.
(Fri 23rd Jun 2006, 15:58, More)

» Scars with history

Alcohol is a drug
I got very drunk. So did my then girlfriend. She decided she wanted to cut my arm open with a razor-blade and drink my blood. I let her.

It didn't heal very well, and I still have a raised inch-long scar on my fore-arm.

I have other scars, but they only result from falling off a motorbike in the south of france.
(Fri 4th Feb 2005, 11:19, More)

» My Worst Date

Not so bad for me...

...But my poor (current, amazingly) girlfriend.

This may get quite long, and will require background. So are you sitting comfortably, children? Then I'll begin.

I was at Uni at the time, and it was time for the summer ball. I had over the past year been quite 'active', one girl from another Uni, one who had recently left mine, and another who had mad Christian Skillz not to mention a long term boyfriend (her, not me).

Anyway, i was working on the night in question, but date and I had agreed that this could be a date anyway. Ex from other Uni and recent-leaving ex had both asked if they could stay in my halls room that night, and I had said yes. I was, after all, still officially single.

Turns out these two 'liked' each other, which led to the highlight of the evening for date (although, I'm smug to say, not for me) which was me sitting on some steps with these two girls on either side of me snogging over my legs. And then the Christian girl came to chat - sat down behind me - was a little drunk, and so was being very affectionate.

Cue date's arrival.

To her credit she took it very well, and later helped me take photos of the fireworks.

Still got to go to bed with other two, though.

No apologies at all, to anyone. For length or the fact that I'm a complete fucker.
(Wed 27th Oct 2004, 18:50, More)

» Beautiful Moments

Rain
Tropical storm from the East coast of the Malaysian peninsula. You can just about make out the Malaysian island on the horizon. It must have been 10pm when the storm broke over the island, and while the sky above was clear with a panorama of stars, the horizon was black, save for the almost constant flashes of fork lightning that would punctuate the skyline.

But my night was not over. By 2am the storm had drifted towards us, and soon I was in torrential rain, beautifully warm, as was the sea through which I walked along the shore, the phosphorescent plankton fleetingly marking my path until the next wave rolled in.

This was only hours after the giant poo failing to flush incident, which again was only hours after she decided I was boyfrind worthy, and so we could share a room and a bathroom. She saw the funny side.
(Mon 14th Mar 2005, 12:38, More)