I have been such a party boy these past few days - no weeks. No, months. Actually, my stint here in Cambodia has, despite it's downturns, has become a series of parties, downing vodkas like there's no tom.
And so, after my beach vacation at Sihanoukville, where I obviously drank lots, my stomach has been reacting wildly. If it could only talk, it would've begged to give its powers a rest, even for a bit.
This could be the understatement of the year but the mere thought of vodka does not sit well with me. At least for now. It's like tequila. But tequila, is a different story because even just the smell of it makes me puke.
Anyhoo, I maybe saying this now but I won't be surprised I'd be back drinking vodka once the war inside my tummy settles down.
And on a similar analogy, I'm really having a hard time with you around, everyday. And this time,it's the heart that's
begging me to stop.
So, I will, really stay away for a while. Keep my distance, until the war in the deepest abyss of my heart subsides.
And on a more positive note, I can always go for softdrinks now. Or, there is this thing that we call diversion.
Or just put up a strong wall. To keep me from getting hurt, both my stomach and my heart.
For now.
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