Secret Society

Since my last post I've been spending my time between Singapore, Ho Chi Minh City, and Bangkok on the weekends. Work has been really tough lately and I've just got so much to do. Having 3 different bosses can be difficult when each of them gives me work and does not know exactly how much work the others have also handed to me. In 2 weeks I hope things will settle down after I get through a few deadlines. I've also been kept from rugby for a while now because I'm usually out of the country on Thursdays. Ahh I do miss college for a lot of things, the biggest being freedom and access to sports anytime you feel like it.

I'll rewind to the beginning of the month...

A friend from California, Adriane, had been doing some non-profit work in the Philippines for the last few months before doing some traveling and going to get her MBA at Stanford (ugh) GSB in the Fall (one of the top 3 schools in the country). She crashed here in Bangkok for a few days as I showed her around a bit. We started with one of the biggest annual events Diageo puts on in this city - the Johnnie Walker Black Label Secret Society party. Celebs, big businessmen, models, etc were all there for the free drinks and to be seen. It was pretty posh and we met up with some of my other friends and ended up having a great time.


Nop, Adriane, Ally, and I just outside the party.


Ally and Katie at the Secret Society party. I met Katie coming off the BTS of all places. Ally is a friend of hers.


100K+ sports cars and a temple in the background overlooking the Chao Praya river. This is Bangkok.


Put your hand in the mouth, get a black label and soda water.




Moving on, the next day I took Adriane for a foot massage for like 5 bucks that lasted almost an hour and felt sooo good. No flash photography in there though. At night I took her to one of my favorite clubs in Bangkok; Santika. We met up with some friends and got hyphy. By midnight we were all wasted off of Black Label and singing to the live band (which played US hip hop, US rock, and Thai rock/pop). I don't think I got home until 6 AM.


Troy (Australian working in BK for over a year now), Adriane, and I at Santika.


Yeah they sell popcorn in the middle of the club. Genius.


Totally sober.

I think Adriane had an excellent short stay in Bangkok. It certainly was a fun weekend.

The following work week I was in Singapore where I got to meet up with my older brother Dar. He had just moved to Hong Kong a week earlier for a new job but he was in Singapore for a few days of work for his old job. This is his first permanent move to Asia and I was glad to welcome him. My poor Mother though - both her sons moved continents this year!

Dar and I partied until dawn at various places in Singapore. Can't wait for him to visit again in a month or two.


Bros.


One venue at St. James Powerstation (megaclub) in Singapore.

The next weekend I met up with Ally and some of her cool friends at Santika and a few other places. The shenanigans that ensued I can't even talk about, but I had a lot of fun. Oh I almost met up with my godfather Gilbert who was in town for a night. I hadn't seen him in years and it was good to catch up. Hopefully not the last time.


Samir, Ally, Nat, and I in ???


Nat, Fab, and Ally gettin' down.


We went to an Egyptian Hookah place after the partying (known as Shishah here) and I ended up seeing my buddy Mark there by chance! He introduced me to this joint and he's pretty much a regular.

Random thought - I think one day when I have the money to blow in my 30s I'd like to buy an Aston Martin or a Jaguar. First I'll have to buy a house though...

The next weekend I basically just partied and shopped. I also saw 28 Weeks Later which was quite disturbing. There was one part of the movie that was so gross I just had to look away, and that has only to me perhaps a handful of times in my life.

Here's a bunch of snapshots to paint you a picture:


Back to Santika again with Chen-Yu, Justine, Marcel, and Jenny. Justine's older friend from Germany, Stephan, couldn't get in unfortunately because he didn't have his ID (strange for Thailand to be so strict). The guy is at least 40! He made the classic tourist mistake of getting angry and raising his voice though, which gets you nowhere with locals. The bouncer was NEVER going to let him in after that. So he went back to his hotel.


The guitarist at Santika is a bad ass. You know I recently got into some Thai bands like Silly Fools, Bodyslam, and Big Ass. When in Rome...!


Chen-Yu (a Taiwanese friend working in the family business here in BK) and a local gal (Janey?)


We got a small table in the front row of the dance floor! Justine and one of the singers, Chang. There's also an Eminem wannabe that does most of the US songs.

Basically I'm still having the time of my life. I'm not partying every other night like these pictures suggest though. Work really stresses me out during the week sometimes but I like being challenged. I'm off to HCMC on the 9 AM flight tomorrow, and then going to Singapore/Kuala Lumpur the following week. My sister and Mom are going to stop by in the next couple weeks as they travel to a couple other stops in Asia. I need some supplies, like protein bars and Burt's Bees...


I'm not drinking in this picture! @ a huge mall in front of some floral display dedicated to the King.

Here are a couple pictures from Songkran (the Thai New Year festival) from last month that I didn't put up a few posts ago:


All out waterfight on Khao San Road. No one is safe!


The white stuff is a powder-water mix that the Thais put on everyones face as you walk by during Songkran.

And on that note I'll leave you for a couple more weeks. Take care... Keep in touch you lazy sods. My cell number is +66 81 848 4309. Still just a phone call away...

At least I found out that 3 of my best friends will be visiting me for at least a week in August. At least one of them won't be going back to California!

In memory of John Kerr

Let me first start out this post on a tragic note...

Late in my Hong Kong vacation I went out on a Friday night with an old buddy Paul, his friend Billy, and an old friend and colleague of my Dad's named John Kerr. Big friendly Scottish guy that had been a barrister like my Dad in Hong Kong for many years. I think he first met me when I was 12ish. We went out drinking until really late just shooting the shit. They kept saying, in a good way, that I look nothing like my Dad! Okay when we stand next to eachother you can see some resemblance. When he stands next to my Mom and I'm there (which is very rare now), you can totally see it I think. Anyway two days later my Dad found out that he had died the night before from a heart problem. He was only 46. It was a real shock to us both and I really can't believe I was hanging out with him so recently and he seemed fine. He had two teenage daughters and will be missed by a lot of people. Here's to you John...



John is in the middle.

I'll talk a bit about the rest of my holiday in HK now...

It was nice to get away from work and pretend I was just taking a little vacation from school again. I slept in a lot, played with my little brothers, watched tv, went shopping, and just quit stressing out about all the things on my shoulders in the real world. And of course, I partied, big time. In Hong Kong you can stay out til 6 AM most nights, so I did just that. I met up with a couple friends from Canada that I had met in Bangkok a few weeks earlier, and a few of their friends. We went out to Lan Kwai Fong (the huge party district in downtown HK) a couple times and even went to a karaoke until about 6:30 one night. I'm have a pretty terrible voice but when I'm wasted you can find me even singing along to "I want it that way" by the bloody Backstreet Boys!. Hey c'mon, it's a classic now.



Little Sam learning how to swim



Boys and I fell asleep in the car



This guy just turned 11 and he's playing computer games for 16 year olds, and playing them well.



Karaoke!

You know I did manage to go on a Victoria Harbour dinner cruise (hadn't in years) as well, so it wasn't just all a big piss-up. I missed out on hiking and sailing though. Next time.



View from the ship

A day after I got back from Hong Kong I had to go straight to Singapore on another short business trip. My god the work had piled up and my head was about to explode that whole week. Sooo many missed emails, and soo many meetings. What I remember most though was going out with some friends to a really nice Spanish Tapas style dinner then getting into the Ministry of Sound for free and partying until 4 am. After the club we went to get some late night food and I was so drunk I started an obscene game of "would you rather?" Everyone else was Singaporean and had never heard of this crazy lame little activity. Basically you just go back and forth with crazy hypotheticals between two choices to either stump someone, make them sick, or make them laugh. I can't really say many of them here but they are too rude. How about a nice clean, "Would you rather have your mouth smell horribly like ass or constantly be on the verge of diarhea but can never go?" Most of the time the questions end up along the lines of "Would you rather do a dog or a cat?" or something equally gross and silly. But when you've had a few drinks and are eating some unhealthy food at 3:30 in the morning, that stuff is funny.

Here I just want to randomly rep a couple alcoholic beverages - Ciroc and Coal Ila. Ciroc is an ultra premium, super smooth vodka from France made from grapes and distilled FIVE times (thats a LOT). It is priced higher than Grey Goose and rightfully so. I love that stuff on the rocks or with a tiny bit or soda water or sprite with ice. It also makes an excellent grapetini. Coal Ila is a really hardcore single malt Scotch whiskey and by hardcore I mean it is soo rich in flavour and oakiness that you HAVE to drink it on the rocks. You will instantly feel like Sean Connery when he was James Bond-young. That taste is acquired though, for those of you that never drink Scotch.

I had another dream about Andrew last week. We were off on some crazy adventure in a place that looked like Neverland. NOT the Neverland Ranch! This time it was all fun and games and I never mentioned anything about why he was there. I actually felt good about this dream when I woke up. Whether or not there is some spiritual connection or if it is all just memories and brain waves and totally random, it is good to know that sometimes, I can see him again, in the only closest way to really seeing him I can now...

I got a haircut in Bangkok last week and I made the brave/stupid decision to tell them "do whatever you think is best." Now I have a bit of a Thai-looking urban haircut. Not too different from before, just longer than usual and with gel/mud stuff moving it forward and to the center like a duck's butt. That sounds a lot worse than it looks. I'll post a picture sometime.

I urge all guys to lookup Misa Campo on yahoo. She is a half filipina, half german model and if she wasn't a clueless bimbo I would marry her (and if I wasn't out of my league too, haha).



Isn't she wholesome?

Last weekend my older sister Marjan gave birth to a beautiful baby boy named Joey. I saw some pictures, he looks adorable in that icky super fragile and pale newborn sort of way. Can't believe I'm an Uncle now. I called my sis an hour after she gave birth (it was 3 in the morning my time) and she seemed so happy. I was genuinely really happy for her and it made my day to know she was having one of the best days of her life (mine had been real shit up to that point). Can't wait to see him in Xmas when I visit. Eventually when I'm back in California (IF I do go back soon and for long), I'll mold him to my do my evil bidding, bwahaha. That mainly means annoying and harassing my younger sister Sarah. I already taught my younger brothers well.



My Mom, brother Dar, and new nephew Joey

In other familial news, my older brother Dar is moving to Hong Kong this week for a new job. I'm really excited for him because he has wanted a change of scenery for a while and he loves Asia, especially Hong Kong. I also haven't gotten to spend as much time with him the past 5 years as I would have liked. When I was a kid he was my hero and I always looked up to him, even when he broke my favorite toys on accident. He was always really cool and taught me a lot about life, even if he doesn't think he did. Hopefully now he can visit sometimes on the weekend (only 3 hours away) and we'll have some new adventures.

Last weekend in Bangkok a friend from Singapore visited me with a buddy of his from Canada. We went out one night to RCA road, one of the huge nightspots in town. Lucky for us, the police decided to do a drug raid on the club we were in that night and locked everyone inside at midnight. Everyone suppossedly would have to do a urine test and fill out some paperwork before being allowed to leave. I took one look at that line to the bathroom and said "F*ck that!" We went to the door and flashed our foreigner ID cards while speaking in super fast, concerned English. The cop just let us out. Then there was another checkpoint of cops at a gate before we could be free. I was like shit, they checking if people have cleared the paperwork first. But my drunk Canadian party buddy for the night just went up the cop and said "hey hey we got stamp, see!" and he pointed to his clear, stampless wrist. He talked really fast and acted like we were suppossed to be out of there already. The cop looked a bit confused, then turned to me and asked, "And you?". "uhhh yeah yeah I was suppossed to get a damn stamp and they didn't give me one. Hey I'm from California." Then he paused and just let us go! "ok ok ok, go now!". To think that if we had any substances in us and got caught, we could have ended up in some obscure jail, Brokedown Palace style. Hahaha, so funny...right? We ended up going to the sleeziest of sleezy legit clubs in BK later on. ALL foreign guys and slutty looking Thai women, and PACKED tight. God I'm never going there again. You could smell the cheap perform and dirty cigarettes everywhere. My eyes were burning! A place called "Spicy" can never be that good I guess.

By the way I'm in Vietnam again right now on business. It was a real short 2 and a half day trip that ends tomorrow morning (Friday!!!). The CEO of Diageo was here (for the first time ever) and everyone in my team has been stressing hard trying to make sure his trip is smooth and productive. Thankfully I am here on unrelated business so I got to hide from his wrath. I hear he is a very professional, but sometimes ruthless, hardcore businessman. I can just imagine him shaking my hand and asking, "How old are you? What?!? You're fired!" Okay maybe he is a nice guy, but I will never know.

Tomorrow night in Bangkok is one of the biggest posh parties of the year. It's an invite only event called the Johnnie Walker Black Label Black Planet. 3000-4000 guests and free JW BL galore. It's going to be awesome. Also a friend of mine from California is visiting me for the weekend since she was working temporarily in the Philippines for a few months before heading off to Stanford Graduate School of Management. I'm going to show her the ropes and Bangkok and it's sure to be an amazing time.

I just finished playing some Ping Pong with the Vietnamese gym attendant in my hotel. He beat me 22-20, wtf!??!? I'm still reeling.

I swear I'll post pictures soon! Take care of yourselves and live it up. In the span of two weeks an old friend died and a new nephew was born. Carpe Diem.



Sunset in Ho Chi Minh City from my hotel.