Last night was interesting. I finally had a taste of how it feels like to be a sarong party girl, san the sarong, with all the whispering going on behind my back. I don't regret though, after all, once you decide to heck care what people might think, it had been great fun.
A couple of beers and flaming lamboginis later, our hosts-turn-guests really stood out of the crowd. I am amazed at their seemingly innate ability to be completely oblivious of how people may look at them, or care how they think for that matter. Quite refreshing and i bet none of that "oh my, this is embarrassing" ever crossed their minds. How liberating to be ever so totally self-possessed and confident. Would it be racist for me to say that such qualities seem more inherent in the western culture than asian? Over-generalizing i think. Oh perhaps it was the alcohol.

In any case, here's to four enthusiatic italian sailor-pups. Cheers.