Havoc at 3am.

So it was our final night in Redang. First of all, Joe, God and FA got crazy drunk in a drinking game challenge with the Redang “natives”. Kerol, seeing how drunk Joe, God and FA had gotten, decided to hit the sack instead (to avoid being peed on /inside joke). Horng stuck around because FA might need assistance to return to her room and he’s just a gentleman like that. As for myself, I just did not want to be in the same room with KY and Haze (insert reason). All of use were supposed to stay up for the 2.30am match between Brazil and Ivory Coast but by now you could have guessed that the plan all went to shit.

Then, the very intoxicated FA, decided to venture onto the beach alone, in the dark. As we all love her so dearly, we all (Joe, Horng, God and me) also ran out to the beach to try and rescue her from rapists, Ewoks and stuff like that. What we stumbled upon was nothing menacing but just a lone boat moored on the beach. And that was when we were all bitten by a bug, the drunken cawhoring bug.

# – It started out innocently enough.

# – The madness slowly but surely creeping in….

Next thing we knew, we were inside the boat.

# – Sailors.

# – Mad sailors.

# – We can haz muscles.

# – There were only 3 drunks on this boat. Who said drunkenness was not contagious?

# – The waves are strong in this one.

Some exploration of the boat led us to believe that the roof was made of extremely sturdy material.

# – Look ma, we’re hanging!

# – The angel has strong legs.

# – I wanted to swing from my legs like the angel too.

# – And I succeeded, with much support from God.

Then we played on the sandy beach (anyone ever noticed that “sandy beach” is such a redundant phrase?).

# – Some dance.

# – Joe’s headstand failed to materialise.

# – And clothes began to shed…

# – Don’t mess with God.

In time, boredom set in. We continued with a more ambitious but abundant prop, the cool big sea. And a stolen stool.

# – I can stand on water, don’t incur my wrath fuckers.

For the life of me I can’t figure out how God’s wallet and everything inside could get soaking wet and why does God even needed a wallet in the first place?

The camera’s battery eventually failed and we had to substitute flash with torchlight.

# – I think we’re getting into positions here, or not.

# – To think that it all started out so innocently.

When the last of the battery life was snuffed out, we finally retreated to our rooms. And had the most torturous drive back to KL the next day.