Anyway, the fire dancers were pretty good, but messed up a few times almost catching some onlookers aflame which was cool.  I met this canadian girl named Rachel who was nice enough to scootch over to give my friends and I better seats.  We started routing for the blue shorted thai boxer and we totally thought he was gonna win, but on the 4th round, the red guy punched him square in the forehead and he was out.  Man, it hurt.  The snake show was pretty crazy.  it was mostly the same stuff I’d seen before but when they brought out the king cobra, the thing was huge!  It was at least 8ft long if not longer, it was the biggest cobra I’ve ever seen!  And it was in a really small space with all these people around it.  That was pretty cool to see and the guy got a little scared at one point when it snapped at his face while he was kissing it.

I told Rachel about the bioluminescense we’d seen and she wanted to see it, so she, Miles and I and her friend Kurt, walked over to it and played in the water more.  it was even brighter late at night.  That stuff is so awesome.

Going to bed at 3am, I was a late riser and of course felt like crap again, so I really stayed in bed till around 2 or 3p.  Miles was up late too but he walked around to buy some flip flops and we finally ventured off around 3:30 and found some really cool stuff around the peninsula, there are so many places to wander around here.  We walked over to Tonsai Beach where all the rock jocks hang out and had some chicken and climbed up some ladders to get a beautiful view.  We climbed through a break in the rock cliffs to get to Railay West and then swam back around the rock back towards Tonsai Beach just to see how far it was.  Railay West is where all the resorts are and it’s the expensive side of the peninsula.  We booked a snorkeling trip there for tomorrow and hung out on the beach.  Tonight, it’s an early night cause we’re getting up early tomorrow for some rock climbing.

It’s funny, he thought. I’ve worked so hard to get this body back into shape only to throw it away for another one. Replacing old tools I suppose. That’s all this body is: a tool to represent myself in this world. But what of these incorporeal senses of love and intimacy? How am I supposed to express those with this outdated equipment? Life is so much more then survival; so much more then the keeping up of this tool. That’s what I’ve learned in this first life. That’s what I’ll keep in mind in the second.

He walked into the all white room with his surgical gown on. Dr. Spicer was waiting there for him. “Are you ready?”

“Been waiting my whole life for this.”

“Alright then, let’s get started.”

“Where’s the clone?”

“It’s in the other room. We recommend that you don’t see it before the transfer simply because it’s important that you view your new body as yours and not as some product which you overtook.”

Morty looked at the door across from him and imagined the lifeless body laying on the stretcher. He nodded and sat down in the covered chair. His heart was fluttering and the operating room was cold. They covered him with a tarp that had a hole in the middle for his head. Then they swung up a head stand which kept his head in place while sitting up right. It wasn’t too comfortable.

“Now just relax, Morty. I’m going to put this mask over you.”

Morty could hear the gas rushing through the mask and into his lungs. The chemicals in it would enter his bloodstream and cause his brain to lose consciousness.

“I want you to count backwards from 10, okay?”

Morty nodded. “Ten” Slight pause. “Nine” Another pause. “Eight” Longer pause. “Sev…Si” And then nothing.

We met some other guys, who said there was a cool cave around the other side of the beach, so we ventured over there and found a huge cave which we couldn’t really wonder into cause it was too dark.  We met back up with Team Euro and went back to our side for lunch; it was about 4pm.  We got the torch and the four of us went back to explore the cave.  I acted as tour guide while Miles was the scout.  He climbed ahead in the dark with no problem, kudos to him, while I escorted the Euros with the light.  Seriously, this Swedish guy Sebastian is the biggest pansy I’ve ever seen.  We was afraid of everything.  He didn’t like to eat squid cause he was scared of it, he didn’t like heights, he didn’t like the dark, he was complaining the whole time in the cave.  Oh, and he believes the moon landing was a hoax because he saw a commercial for the documentary that said it was a hoax.  He didn’t even see the whole documentary!!  Anyway, we had a conversation about that.  But once we got through the bat filled cave, up to the other side, we were fifty feet from the ground in a small cave opening and could see the other beach which was north.  it was beautiful and well worth the trek.  In the cave, there were these series of ladders built from rope and bamboo.  They didn’t seem all that sturdy but they held up pretty well.

By the time we got back down from the cave, it was dark and we went to this tiny secluded beach area.  And of course the equation of secluded beach + darkness + me = skinny dipping so I did.  ;)  The coolest thing was they have bioluminescent water here.  It’s little bacteria that when you hit them, they move and in moving the extrete waste in the form of light, so the glow.  So as you move around, the water sparkles around you, it’s really cool.

Now we’re going to the Last Bar for some food and to see some thai boxing and snake show.

Troubles in the diving dept.  I’ve sort of delayed booking it for quite some time for varying reasons.  I’ve become much to lax as of late and now the trip I wanted is completely booked.  So I’m going to just go to Phuket on Monday and find something.  If I can’t find anything, I’m just going straight to Ko Phanang, end the trip on the beach.

So Malaysia is made up mostly of muslims who don’t drink alcohol and I’ve got to say they are sort of a bore.  We were walking back after the fireworks yelling happy new year and trying to get people to start screaming and have a good time, but we just got strange looks and people who seemed to want to join us in celebration but felt it was outside their social bubble.  The foriegners of course were going crazy.  Didi and I actually got seperated from the group and ended up standing on a wall yelling out “JOHN BRADY!!”  It was really funny, we even had a few asians raise their hands, “I’m John Brady!”  I think that was mostly due to Didi’s presence. 

Yesterday, Didi and I met this American named Mike and we three roamed around down in China town and went to the national mosque which was huge and quite interesting to see.  Very mathematically intricate architecture, but also very simple.  Muslims have no statues in their churches because they believe any images, even that of Mohammed is idolic and against their religion.  So they focus on mathematical beauty in their religious buildings.  Now if they could just have a few drinks and chill the F out, i think we’d all be better off.

This morning, finally made my plane reservations, heading to Krabi for some rock climbing tomorrow, followed shortly by a 4 day diving trip (still unreserved) in Phuket, then on to Ko Phanang.  That’s the plan anyway.  Gerald said I could stay at his place tonight to make my flight in the morning.  I ended up getting my own room last night cause the snorer was at it again the night before (I moved to that same room clandestinely that night as well).

That’s the sum up for now.  Check ya in Krabi!

Left Penang the next day to go to KL and fly out of there to Siem Reap.  We were only there one night, but we went out to dinner with Melinda (Elena’s cousin) and her bf Kris.  Then we met Maddie (Elena’s college friend) and Gerald who were both going with us to Siem Reap, Cambodia.  We stayed at Gerald’s place that night.  He lives on the 8th floor of a really nice condo complex.  So nice in fact, I couldn’t figure out how to work the remote control AirCon and froze most of the night.

The next morning, we flew to Siem Reap and the process to go through to get a tourist visa involved long lines and a lot of waiting.  You’re supposed to bring a photo for your tourist visa but I had forgotten to bring one, but that didn’t matter, just pay two dollars more and your identity was secure. 

Cambodia has it’s own currency (real), but it uses US dollars everywhere cause the exchange is better for them.  4100 real is one us dollar.  That being said, it was actually more on the expensive side.  Probably just because we were in the tourist area, but Thailand is much cheaper.  So at this point in our travels, I got pretty frustrated.  Not only did the addition of one extra person (Gerald) mean that I had to find accomodations elswhere, but I had confirmed a guide for the three days we were going to be there and no one else wanted to pay the money, well I don’t think Gerald minded.  But anyhow, I felt really bad and had to call and cancel Ing (the guide) after confirming with him online.  Then we hire a driver and get to the first temple (Bayorn) and within ten minutes, everyone’s like “man, we need a guide.”  I almost lost it, I wanted to say, “Yeah you think?  Look at all these great ruins, wouldn’t it be nice to know what the hell they mean?”  Anyway, I called Ing right after that and said we were back on for tomorrow.  I climbed around the temple a bit more cause you can basically climb anywhere you want and then said I don’t want to see any other temples today without a guide.  So we went back to Siem Reap and they all got massages while I burned some pictures and got on the internet.  I felt bad about the Ing thing but I gave him a substantial tip on the last day which made me feel better.

That night, I met this guy Wes, who happened to be from Austin, and we went to this bar to get some drinks and met this German guy named Frank from Berlin.  We had a grand ole time at Islands watching the bartender do tricks and spin bottles.  Then we asked where a good club was and ended up going to this club called Pyramid for more drinks and dancing until about 5am.  Then I had to get up at 8am, to meet up with Ing and everyone else.  I was tired most of that day, but the temples were cool.  We went to Angkor Wat, which was huge, but also to many of the surrounding temples which were often more interesting because the carvings were better preserved and intricate details could be seen.  We went to Phom pen I believe it’s called, the huge over grown forest temple where the second tomb raider was filmed.  That was a neat looking place.  Took so many pictures.

That night, they went to get a message again and I slept.  We all met up for dinner and then bed time.  The next morning, we went down to lake Tonle Sap to see the floating villages.  This is different from those in Uros Peru which are made from grass reeds.  These are built on bamboo logs and since the village is less touristy then Uros, the poverty there is much more apparent.  We did go to a floating market which had a crocodile pit.  They keep crocodiles in inclosed water traps to sell their skin when their old enough.  There’s a dry level in it made of wooden planks the crocs can sunbathe on.  And of all places to do this, a guy dropped his camera into the crocodile pit.  Talk about the worst possible place.  It landed in a crack between planks.  All the cambodian guides started trying to get it.  They put the fence down over one side of the pit and climbed onto it.  Another guy pushed the crocs away with a stick while one reached in with his bare hand to grab the camera.  It took about 10 minutes to get, so as commotion rose, more people came to see what was happening, thusly pushing the pit further into the water and half submerged the camera.  Ah, that was pretty funny, for everyone except that guy that is.

In the afternoon, we went back to Bayorn so Ing could tell us all the things we missed and he showed us some very interesting wall galleries that told a long story which I otherwise would’ve missed.  He was a good guide and I’d reccommend him to anyone.  That night, they all finally convinced me to get a massage which was fun, then Gerald, Mike, and I went out for drinks at Islands while the girls shopped.  The bartender showed me how to do some stupid bar tricks which I will surely use to “impress” my friends when I get home.

Phew, well that wasn’t too bad.  The next morning, we flew back to Kuala Lumpur and I had contracted the disease which Gerald and Maddie had been fighting, so I felt pretty crappy all of yesterday.  I slept at Gerald’s for most of the day while Maddie, Mike, and Elena went to get yet another massage (4 days in a row!).  That night, Gerald and Maddie and I went out to a place called Delicious cause I had a hankering for pasta and it was true to its name, quite good.  Then we joined the rest of the crew plus melinda and Kris at a coffee bar sort of place for dessert and drinks.  Gerald had offered for me to stay at his place that night, but since New Years Eve is today, I wanted to get to the hostel to see if I could meet people to hang with on New Years.  Gerald and Maddie are going to dinner with friends and Elena and Mike will be back in Penang. 

That turned out to be a bad decision.  This Hostel Cosmopolitan isn’t everything it was cracjked up to be. It was soooo hot in the room I was in, so I switched to one with aircon (which costs more) and there was a huge dude snoring the whole time, so I moved to just some empty room I found and slept there.  Ugh, really wish I’d stayed at Gerald’s.  I still feel kind of crappy so I think I’m just gonna go down to KL twin towers and watch the fireworks and then call it a night.  A low key New Years abroad this year.

I’m kind of frustrated right now cause things have been up in the air for so many days now.  It seems when you add other people to your travel arrangements, things get complicated.  There’s a girl I’m trying to meet up with before I leave, but I’m not sure if that’s foinf to happen, so I don’t know what I’m going to do.  My rule for a long time has been never do something just because of a girl, it ALWAYS gets me into trouble or some place I don’t want to be, so perhaps I should stick with that rule…

“No.”

“Today’s my day.”

“What?”

“I’m going in for surgery right now.”

His eyes were instantly open. “You mean the transfer?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I almost didn’t believe it myself. I didn’t want to be a nervous wreck our last day together.”

“Our last day?”

“Well, I mean, like this… in these bodies.”

“Do you have to leave right now?”

“I’m afraid so.”

He looked her over, she was already dressed. “When will I see you again?”

“I’m not sure. If everything goes alright, you should be able to visit me tomorrow.”

He didn’t know what to say, “Well good luck. I’m sure everything will be fine.”

“I know it will.” She kissed him on the cheek.

He looked into her eyes and lifted his head to kiss her lips, but she stopped him.

“No, I want your first taste of my lips to be young and smooth. I want to start my new life with this new body and this new feeling I have for you.”

“Okay.”

“See you soon.” She kissed his cheek again and then left.

Morty laid back down in bed, but couldn’t get back to sleep. He hadn’t realized how much he’d come to rely on her, and the smallest possibility of the procedure going wrong frightened him to death.

The next day was hard for Morty. He couldn’t concentrate. Every time he tried to meditate and breathe, he’d think of Patty. I hope she’s doing okay, he’d think to himself. He approached Sophie and asked her how Patty was doing. She could see the worry in his eyes.

“She’s doing fine, Morty. She just got out of surgery and it was a complete success. No problems at all. She still needs time to rest, so you can’t see her until tomorrow morning, but I’ll be sure to let you know as soon as she can have visitors.”

“Thanks, Sophie.”

“No problem.”

That night, Morty’s sleep was restless. He awoke suddenly to his door opening. It was bright outside with a dark silhouette standing in the doorway. He squinted to bring the black body in view. It walked forward and Morty saw that it was Patty. He was so happy to see her until he noticed the scowl on her face and realized that she was still old.

She began screaming at him, “How could you do this to me? How could you?”

“What- what do you mean?”

“Look at me! I’m a freak!” Suddenly her head lifted off of her body and the veins in her neck became tentacles which she used to move her head off of her body and onto the bed. “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?” she kept screaming. She crawled up his body and wrapped her tentacles around his neck. “WHY?”

Morty woke up in a sweat. What a horrible nightmare. It was still early; too early to check on Patty. He got up and splashed water on his face, then sat down on his couch. He turned on the entertainment center and tried to take his mind off of things, but he knew he wouldn’t be better until he saw Patty in the morning.

BEEP BEEP. The com woke Morty, who found himself asleep on the couch. He walked over and answered it. “Sophie?”

“Yes, Morty, it’s me. Patty’s awake. You can come see her now.” She gave him directions and he rushed as quickly as he could to her room in the post-op area.

He stopped outside the door and looked in the room through the glass. There was a girl laying there on the bed. A young, sixteen year old girl he didn’t recognize. She turned to him and the light in her blue eyes told him it was truly her. She smiled widely. She was beautiful. Her head was completely covered in bandages except for her face, which was without make up and looked as though she’d been crying a lot. There were several IVs going into her, replenishing the fluids lost during the procedure. Morty walked in. “Hi.”

“Hey,” she said with a young, innocent voice.

“How do you feel?”

“Like my head just got smashed by a truck,” she said letting out a chuckle.

He laughed, “Well you don’t look it. You look beautiful.”

“I know. I’m pretty again. I can’t believe it.”

“You’ve always been pretty, Patty, just now your outside shows it too.”

“Thank you, Morty. Thank you so much. I couldn’t have made it through this without you. You’ve been such a mind-easer these few weeks.”

“Same to you, Patty.”

“Come here.”

He moved next to her, face to face. “Yes?”

“I wanted to wait until I was better, but I just can’t.” She wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him to her, kissing him with her red, plump lips. Morty wanted to pick her up and swing her around the room, but contained himself. “That was worth the wait,” she said.

“Hey, wait until I get my lips back. You won’t know what hitcha.”

She laughed, but then furrowed her brow.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m just a little out of sorts right now. This headache is getting worse. I think I should get some sleep.”

“Okay, you sleep now, darling.”

“Can you stay here for a while?”

“I could watch you sleep forever.”

She smiled as her eyes closed and she fell asleep.

He looked her over, this newborn sixteen year old child. Chronologically, her body was 44 years younger then he was, but mentally, they were the same age. She looked like an angel. He tried to think back on what he looked like when he was 16. He’d probably be drooling all over the place when he slept. He stayed with her for over an hour, then realized he had his own schedule to keep. His surgery was in two days and he had to be in tip top shape to make sure everything went perfectly.

“Oh hello Morty, please come in.”

He entered her quarters to find them exactly like his own except that the bed was made and all the bathroom supplies were arranged at right angles. He chuckled to himself at this observation.

“How did your tests go?” she asked.

“Oh you know: ‘open, close, finger, tube’, the usual pleasantries.”

“I know what you mean. I felt quite uncomfortable with some of the places that Dr. Shu was going.”

“I’m sure. On that note, you hungry?”

“Ravenous. Let’s go to the hall.”

They walked back to the multipurpose room and sat down at an empty table. There were others around them already dining, but both preferred the company of each other alone. After ordering from the servo, they began to talk about their lives that had past and what they planned to do in their next one.

“I want to travel to as many different cities as I can and see how they’re different from ours,” she said. “Different kinds of people intrigue me. To think, there are other ways of doing things, other traditions then those we’ve got.”

“How do you know?”

“Sometimes I’d see them walking through the Productivity center when the big wigs would get together to compare how each Productivity Center was doing.”

“What did they look like?”

“Well there’s all kinds. Some are brown, some are black-“

“Oh you mean different races, well they’re all over the city.”

“Yes, but these were different, they just sounded different, some even spoke another language. It was deeper then that though. The way they walked, the way they interacted, the way they stood just felt… different.”

“Interesting. I’d love to travel as well; see all the world and go to a place called the Philippines.”

“Where’s that?”

“I have no idea, but a Two-One friend from back home told me about it and it sounds beautiful.”

“We should travel together.”

“Why not? As soon as we get to the White City and get settled, we’ll pick a destination and just go.”

“I love it,” she giggled. Even though her body had lost its ‘oomph,’ her bright blue eyes gave off her boundless spirit.

He picked up his glass, “To experiencing things we’ve never dreamt of.”

“And to experiencing them together.” She raised her glass and they toasted.

That night, Patty stayed with Morty. He loved having her there with him. Even though this new place was a path to heaven, it felt sterile and unfamiliar. Her body next to his was the one thing that made sense to him. And his body for her, made her feel safe in this strange place. In the morning, Patty woke Morty up, asking him if he’d take a shower with her. His groggy eyes said no, but somehow his mouth replied, “Of course.” Afterwards, Patty wrapped a towel around her old and wrinkled body and retreated down the hall to her room to get dressed. Morty put on some clothes and looked at his schedule for the day:

“0800: Cardio

1000: strength training

1200: lunch

1400: meditation

1600: free time

1900: dinner”

“Well they’ve got it all laid out don’t they?” Morty said to himself.

Morty was pleased to find Patty’s schedule was similar to his and enjoyed spending the day with her. The cardio work out and strength training were killers. He felt like he was ready to die afterwards. They monitored his heart rate, blood pressure, and oxygen saturation while he worked out. Every once and a while, they’d say something like, “Slight ST elevation there,” or “See that PVC, that’s not good,” or “Blood pressure’s a little high, we might have to regulate his diet.” He felt like a bloody lab rat. But he understood that they were just being thorough. It was worth it to be sure the procedure went through without a hitch.

His lunch tasted better then any lunch he’d had there. He devoured it with unyielding voracity. Meditation consisted of sitting Indian style, or as Indian style as everyone’s old bodies could get, and breathing in and out slowly. Thirty minutes into the class, one man broke out into loud snoring. A few others followed after or woke themselves up when they fell over. Everyone laughed. Patty and Morty took a nap together before dinner and then tried out some of the video games on their entertainment center before they went to bed. Apparently, it was harder then one might think to get a car sized frog across a street.

The days followed after each other in a similar fashion. Morty received his scan results which showed a slight blockage in the coronary arteries for which Dr. Spicer put him on medication to reduce the blockage. There were some other minor problems, but nothing unexpected. The procedure date could go ahead as planned. He also received his initial lifestyle profile which put him in a middle class accommodation in the White City. He would own a three-sailed schooner capable of crossing any ocean. He had access to a trainer who would teach him how to sail and had been given a membership to the local regatta club. He couldn’t wait to get over there.

I forgot to mention before I left Singapore, a group of girls, with whom I bonded over Friends episodes in the hostel, had just come from Malaysia and were nice enough to give me all their change. It was like USD 5 bucks in all. Very nice of them.

Penang has been great. Elena’s family is very nice and let us stay in their home. My memory is already on the fritz, so I’m gonna try to piece together the last few days. When I arrived, I was supposed to be waiting for Mike’s plane for about an hour or so, but Elena and Mike were already outside waiting for me. Apparently, Mike had given me the wrong info date and he had arrived the day before, so that was quite convenient for me. That night, we went to a food court for dinner. Their food courts are made up of a series of stalls. Each stall specializes in its own thing, so you can’t order everything from one place, like you have to get your drink elsewhere. You just order from there and then point to the general location of where you’re sitting and they bring your food to you. I gorged myself on things I don’t even know the names of. All i know is there was alot of fish and squid.

Yesterday, Christmas Eve, was pretty nice. We drove over to the western side of Penang, and hiked for about an hour and a half through some jungle to a really nice beach. I unfortunately forgot to apply sunscreen and got a little burned but I’m alright today. The water was really nice except there are no waves and supposed to be a bunch of jelly fish. We saw some, but no one got stung. We waited a while on a nearby dock until a boat arrived so we could see the coastline on the way back. We were starving by this point, but Elena wasn’t feeling well so she dropped Mike and I near the house and we found another food court for lunch where I discovered char quay teow, which is fried noodles, chicken, egg, and a bunch of other stuff that’s really good.

After that, we hung out at the house until it was time to go for dinner. Elena has two brothers, Elvin, who lives with his wife in Singapore but is visiting for Christmas, and Eric, who lives with their parents and has a girlfriend named Denise. Her parents own a restaurant called Crab Village Restaurant, and that’s where we had dinner. Elena, Mike and I paid for everyone as a thanks for staying at their place. There was soooo much food and it was soo good. There was crab, fish, prawns, rice, noodles, clams- ooooh the clams. There was this sauce on the clams that tasted almost like a honey base sauce, it was so sweet, but had no honey in it. Denise said it was a family recipe and didn’t have a name, just “clam sauce” and I would have to come back to taste it again. Many, I mixed that sauce with everything. The last few days has been a lot of eating.

That night, Elena’s family was going to church for midnight mass. They said I didn’t have to go but I said I would because my mom would like it if I did. And good things are rewarded it seems, cause afterwards, we all went out to a coffee shop and they gave us party bags with poppers to pop at midnight when it was Christmas. It was a lot of fun. After that, we all went home, the adults went to bed, (I’m not including anyone under 35 in the adult category) and Mike, Elena, Eric, Denise, and I staying up till 2am playing cards, learned some new games, one is Malaysian poker, the other is called Hockey.

Woke up late on Christmas morning and we went to see some Hindu and Buddhist temples. At one of them, there was this circling fountain which was half monument statue/story of buddha and half blessing gameshow. You throw your coin into the fountain and try to get it into one of the rotating blessing cups, each cup has a different blessing be it “happiness”, “happy marriage”, “prosperity”, “higher education”, whatever. I thought it was pretty funny. Even better, there was an electronic blessing machine. You stick 50 cents in, a light spins on what was literally called the “wheel of fortune” until it lands on a number. Next to the machine is a box with little cards associated with the number on the wheel. Mike did it first and his wasn’t so great. He’s got some hard times ahead and can’t depend on his family to help him, but there will be a special someone who’ll get him through. Mine however was quite good. I landed on 28 and I hope I’m not jinxing it by telling you, but here it is, and I quote

Sweetness.

After that, we went to Little India to look in the shops and had lunch. We had rice on banana leaf which comes with a myriad of sauces and we got mutton and chicken and fish. There was this mint sauce that was quite good as well. I am stuffed. I also bought some nice slip on sandals. They could double for barbarian shoes at the renaissance (multi-function = good purchase

Now I think we’re going to rest up the rest of the day and go out tonight.

I took the bus back through Orchard to Raffles Hotel.  In the process, I left my hat on the bus, the one I got in Germany with all the buttons on it.  Travesty.  Need a new hat now.  Raffles Hotel was very colonial.  I walked down to Chinatown to a place where there were four different religious structures in a row.  There was a Muslim Mosque, a Buddhist Wat, a Hindu Temple, and a Chinese temple on consecutive blocks down the same street.  Not far off was a catholic church.  And I thought America was a melting pot.  In Singapore, all the different cultures seem to retain more of their identity and still coexist.  The downside of that is you never know how to address anyone, there will be two asians speaking english to each other with an asian accent, plus all the museums have four translations: Malay, English, Chinese, and Hindie.  We thought translating to Spanish was bad.

I returned to the hostel after getting some Indian food, been eating all the Indian food I can cause it’s delicious and cheap here.  Shortly after that, I went back down to Sentosa for the Song of the Sea show at night.  It was kind of a kid thing but was really cool.  They combined water with fire and laser effects.  They did a lot of projecting images onto water sprays and made some really cool laser effects in the myst.  At the beginning of the show, they sung songs in like 5 different languages.  Worth the $8 I’d say.

This morning, I boarded a plane and am now in Penang visiting Elena and her family.  Elena’s bf Mike is here too.  I’ll be staying here for Christmas and then off to Angkor Watt.