The reminiscing flavour inside a huge Mexican chocolate mug

There isn't much, that I feel I need, a solid soul, and the blood I bleed.

So time has taken giant strides since that amazing January... I can't get it out of my mind... it felt like finally peeking through the tiniest of cracks and grasping one single glance of what's outside the cave only to realize nothing is what it seems. There's a hole in the wall.
It was far more strong than a shot of heroin, like an everlasting slushie that's flavoured with the greatest moment in your life, it was more than making eye contact with your soul mate for the first time, simply more than just fine.

It's singing along to one song, for ever.

ADIEU

I thought I was never going to make it to Angkor: I had this strange feeling all along that it wasn't meant to be... even though I had in hand (well electronically speaking) my very own plane ticket to Siem Reap, bought with the help of my witty Texan friend at Amir's pueblo palace one sizzling weekend during TEFL days.
That final Friday I did not wake up, because I did not ever go to sleep in the first place... instead I stapled the Tuesday night remnants together with the unwelcoming Friday morning vestiges by taking one last cold bath in what had been my room for the month. I was barefoot, and so was my state of being. I picked up the last of my stuff and found an Australian coin I kept for good luck.
Taking a long breath I slid downstairs to get some water. I found our teacher there, and she gave me a string with bells and rocks attached to it. I wasn't paying much attention, I was high on not sleeping but I took it as an exchange for the fish I'd given her the night before: sort of a Polynesian temporary friendly swap thing in my tiredly-drunken mind. It's funny how girlie I get on goodbyes... I can go all "Crossroads" Britney Spears whenever the moment asks for it.
I returned upstairs when hearing Dave's motorbike engine outside the building and sat down on my usual spot, greeting the others with a cunning smile, for we had completed the task: we were qualified teachers at last! (and that rhymes, yes it does). I wore the turquoise necklace Lina had given me one day out of the green-blue for no reason whatsoever... it made me feel like a million bucks.
The diplomas were handed out in a sort of quickie ceremony: no wine served (like Lina had suggested the day before), no balloons or emotional sermons... that's the way it is with these guys; they see armies of trainees pass on through the same thresholds each and every single month, graduation parade non stop. No wonder they don't remember anyone, it's sad and funny at the same time. But that's what the group picture's for, so we went outside and had it taken: All of us looking fairly nostalgic except for Hollie who was happily relaxed all dread-lock-less, and of course JJ who was annoyed as usual.
After wards we mounted the van for one last time as Tao, our driver, said something like "wait, surprise for you". And so we waited, all dressed up and shared a casual chit chat for what seemed to be our final moment together. Surprise: We got backpacks! Yay for the ugliness!
We bid farewell to the staff members, to the TV room with the blue leather seats where we shared a mouth full of stupid ass movies. We waved g'bye to the balcony where Lester smoked like a Chinese factory chimney, to the Geckos and the children and the Mini Shop at the far end of the street where we bought our 10Baht red bulls and chocolate milk cartons. We said goodbye to our young Brit teacher, who finally seemed to have fallen for us right at the end, too bad for the tardiness.
And so we arrived at the taxi-station port thing where I was dropped off by my very handsome Egyptian friend and Lina (hahaha who is beautiful as well). I greeted the lady-boy behind the counter and presented my (not-lost-indeed-thank-Buddha) ticket for Suvarnabhumi airport in BKK. I got on yet another van, this time filled with strangers, and gave Amir my famous puppy stare behind the inked screen of the chunky gray vehicle.
I was so sad... inconsolable... devastated... hecha mierda.

But I was going to Angkor Wat, one of my biggest dreams since I first started fancying History lessons. Thank you Maureen Cornell at the JFK "We like bananas, we like 'em BIG!".