Me Love You Long Long Time - Haadyai

“Hello there lightning. Will you be there always?”. Transcending through the peek hole of clouds. Black black eerie sky at night. Fermenting sights of treason. Im in this stupid minibus. My eyes can’t get it shut. Flicking away with the happiness profound in the Haad Rin. Yum, yum and yummy.

“Its dark in here”. The sinister in me is smiling. Flake after flake, drops of dew are in the midst of loom. Lining down on the back mirror, convoluted by the twang of perilously aurora, fidgeted by my mindless core. And the spun of Thai sweetass singer jogged my memory of that Chinese 70’s ad. Fuck.

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Racheal is fast asleep, albeit on my shoulder, NOT on the prick with the donkey pong. Surathani to Haadyai will clutch 5-6 hours of driving. On the free toll highway, with goats and cows roving freely, naah, add in piglets lavishly. Oink, oink, oink.

Earlier, once reaching Donsak pier, faggots are waiting to eat your shit, separating shepherds according to the destinations, Krabi, Phuket, Bangkok, Haadyai, Padang Besar. But surprisingly all them will be directed to this tiny miny “travel agency”. On board the pick up truck, there was a trio of Arab looking men, with bags and bags of travelling bag with wheels, like the one you see in airports, they are heading to Phuket, perhaps waiting for their balls to be squeezed by the shemales there, Patong, ping pong, whatever.

Sitting beside them, a couple of short legged Japanese, busying themselves with a travel book, in kanji of course and beside me, this lovely curly hair Scottish lady with lovely green eyes. The most beautiful I have ever seen. Im in love, with the eyes. Heh.

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Haadyai, the city of joy. Aquariums and bars full of human flesh, dancing poles, and Malaysian tourists. All looking for an escapade via one’s dick. Dickhead. Im here only for one night, before travelling to Golok early the next morning. Lonely Planet suggested Cathay Guest House, that is where im heading. And Racheal too, and the donkey too. Damn.

Can I just kill you, donkey?

A remnant of B&B in Haadyai, pasted on the door of my rustic room. Orchestrated while we were having our "coffee", and while the donkey is busy wanking himself in the lalaland. Hello, she knocked on my door ok. What am i suppose to do? Do a weasel war dance?. Hohoho.


To Lovely Racheal, it was a blast, wasn't it? Cheers love. And dumb your stinkin' mad hairy jealous Jewish BF. Fuckwits.