Langkawi, never again.

So, I was pissed off at work. I was burnt out. I was frustrated.

I wanted out. I wanted a vacation. That would bring me back. That would refresh my spirit. I needed a vacation. The next thing I knew, I've booked 3 tickets to Langkawi the coming week. Yea, being broke, it had to be Langkawi instead of somewhere new, fresh. The idea of sitting at the beach, reading a book and puffing a joint sounded relaxing and refreshing.

And so my short break started. Hanged out pretty late the night before and that practically screwed things up. Touched down in Langkawi pretty early, flight was just 40 minutes. Fantastic. So much time saved and we had a full day to hang out at the beach. But, we were all dead tired from insufficient sleep, checked in the hotel and slept till dark. Went to Kuah town. Went back to hotel, slept again.

End of day 1.


The inn we stayed at.


Nice scene of a cool evening. Only problem is it looks exactly the same with any other beach. I took countless pictures at Phuket and they fucking look the same. Why do I even bother.


Marvin after too much pot.


Stuff stoners do when they are high.


Never mind.

Can't really recall what we did on the second day.

Lets see, I cant actually recall how many times we went to Kuah town. Chocolates, liquour, chocolates, liquor, chocolates, liquor, chocolates, liquor, chocolates, liquor. Its amazing how we could go into every shop looking at the same shit over and over again.

I think we spent some time at the beach on the second day. I can't really recall. Memory kinda fuzzy lately. But I think we did. Cam whored a little, talked cock a little, and we went to Kuah town again. We somehow turned an island vacation into a shopping spree.


Hot wheels.


Marve showing off his nerdish intellectual side.


Shopping, shopping and more shopping.


Kids, don't do drugs.

The only tourist spot we went to was the cable car. I was really looking forward to this place. I'd say this was the best place to be in this whole freaking island. The breathtaking view of the surroundings below, the majestic cliffs, the thin cool air, the eagles soaring. I remembered my last trip up there just like it was just yesterday. Finally, I was there again. BUT the whole place was blanketed by mist and we could see shit. Fuck!


The journey up.


The Final Fantasy-ish scene.


Sober Marve.


The tormented duo.


If I were to commit suicide, this has to be the place.


Middle eastern taking a crap.

Third day. Finally we spent the day like a vacation by the beach. Went floating about in the sea, sat in the sand and lazed around the beach. Too bad that was our last day there and we were flying home that night.


Angry pussy.


Pearls of sand.


I got a bit to engrossed in taking a macro shot of this sucker that I didn't realize the waves coming in. The last picture I took for that day. Thought my Nikon was a goner. Had the critter for tea.


Goodbye Langkawi.

We took the last flight home. Which got fucking delayed.

Back to work.

I'm still pissed off, burnt out and frustrated.

Need another vacation.