so the 7 days were quite 'awesome', filled with mud, dirt, sweat and not to mention the pimples. spent the first few days tying up iron rods together for the reinforcement in the pillars and the rest digging a shithole. literally, a shithole or rather, a septic tank to make it sound more professional.
and the night was filled with poker and bowling.
i have realised quite a number of stuff in batam. i always thought batam was some resort-like island, with lot of fun since i have heard a LOT of stories of prostituition there. BUT, it turned out to be the opposite. slums, badly polluted landscape, poor drainage, wild chickens...
you can say it was like the WILDERNESS.
yeah, so we did our work admist the frail looking locals but yet godly-skillful at the hoe. so much so that they laughed at our rate or way of digging. what the shit.
now i respect bangalas at how back-breaking their jobs are but but but, they are lechers. so hah, remain at that level bangalas.
oh sorry, back to prostitution. marcus and i managed to come across one in the room with an european guy. niceeeee. hope you just dont get aids.
omg, i have a lot of stuff to say but am just too lazy to type it out again. so i shall end off with my dreams. tell you what i have TONNES of dreams during that 7 days. like more dreams than in singapore for, lets say 4 months?
