Not all sunshine and rainbows: Part 1

As starry-eyed as I was about being in Cambodia, there was no denying the in-your-face poverty, prostitution, child labor, heavily armed military presence, shady foreign business and CPP’s puffed-out chest after a rigged election.

My first bitter taste of filth happened when I arrived and went through customs. I gave the security my passport/visa.

Security: “How many days are you visiting?”

Me: “14 days”

Security: “Are you Khmer? Where are your parents from?”

Me: “Mom’s from Battambong, dad’s from Phnom Penh. I was born in the States.”

Security: “You speak Khmer very well. Can you spare $5 for coffee? my partners and I are thirsty. We don’t have much money. Please help us out.”

Me: “uh…. I don’t have cash.”

Security: “You’re American, you can spare $5. We just want coffee. We’ve been working long days.”

After the 3rd time he asked and I said, “no,” my mental light bulb turned on.  I remembered my dad advising me to slip in a few US dollars in my passport to make the process go faster and easier. I played stupid – shrugging my shoulders, giggling, apologizing. He got frustrated with me and just shooed me away.  SCAMMERS. I got this a few other times throughout the trip and back at the airport as I was leaving. “Coffee money”? FUCK YOU! I wonder how much they make a day with that bullshit.

Have any of you experienced this?

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Vitya Goes To Cambodia

I did it, guys. I fricken did it.

I WENT TO CAMBODIA!!!

Kam & I in front of Angkor Wat

I give all credit to my beloved, Kamron. He planned the entire trip and did a fantastic job. Though this was a vacation for the two of us, it turned out to be a very personal journey for me.

It was my first time visiting Cambodia. This trip was more than just a getaway; it was an chance to get in touch with my roots. It was an opportunity to see, smell, hear, taste and touch my motherland. For 27 years, my memories of Cambodia have been based on media, home cooked meals, visits to temples, personal stories (both happy and horrific) of Cambodia’s past, and lullabies that put me to sleep as a child. It’s a place so familiar to me in a sense, yet was completely foreign. There was nothing that could have prepared me for what Cambodia had in store for me.

It’s surreal and hard to explain. I was smack dab in the middle of everything that I’ve ever known.  I was completely immersed- people, language, culture, food, etc. Yes, yes, and more yes. I kept thinking, “Holy shit! I’m here. I AM HERE.” 

We flew into Phnom Penh then took buses to Siem Reap, Kompong Som (Sihanoukville), Kampot and Kep.

map

Phnom Penh to Siem Reap . Siem Reap to Kompong Som . Kompong Som to Kampot/Kep . Kampot to Phnom Penh

The Khmers we encountered were really friendly. The only curse words we heard were from fellow foreigners.  The beers were lighter than anything I’ve ever had – AND THEY DRINK THEIR BEER WITH ICE! I didn’t dare go behind the wheel – traffic is horrible and no one follows the traffic rules.   The weather was sunny, hot and humid. Given that it was the end of the wet season, there wasn’t a single drop of rain that fell. During the day, there was barley a cloud in the sky; at night, the sky was stippled with an infinite number of stars. 

We did so much in the time we were there; we were constantly on the go. I soaked it all up like a French baguette in a bowl of curry. Uggh now I want Cambodian curry.

I’m really grateful that I waited to go as an adult. I would not have appreciated it as much, had I gone as a child or adolescent – because I was a miserable brat.

If my heart and soul could smile, it’d have the biggest, cheesiest, Totoro grins. This trip was one of the best vacations I’ve ever been on. I fricken love my country.

For pictures of my vacation on Instagram, look up #kamandvityadocambodia #kamandvityadidcambodia

I enjoy grossing out my sister

Older sister:  fyi GWAR was in the paper today
me:  did they show the singer’s giant penis?
Older sister:  apparently some peeps are trying to put up a giant confederate flag
and someone said they should have gwar there and will scare them away
or something
Older sister: no……….
Older sister: why would they have that in the paper ..how is that even a question
me:  we got sprayed with his penis
Older sister:  you’re disgusting.
me:  green smegma and blood and the blood of jesus
Older sister:  i’m sure.
me:  and obama and dead babies

via: indyconcerts.com

Another G-Chat with BFF

me:  ya know my mind just did a weird thought within a thought within a memory.
me:  Just talking about NASA, then brain started singing “Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing” by Aerosmith which was on the soundtrack of Armegeddon, which was also the song the chick had to sing when she got stuck blowin a dude in “The Sweetest Thing”
me:  and I’ll be goddamned if my daughter runs around singing “you’re too big to fit in here”
Kim:  LMAOOOOOOOO
Kim:  OOOMG Vitya you need to go home now
me:  hahhahahahah
me:  we were like 16 singing that!!!!!!!! what the hell?!?!?!
Kim:  Hahahahaha I know that shit was mad inappropriate!!
me:  my brain hurts from all that
Kim:  lmaoooo
Kim:  I bet deary
Kim:  you deserve a 3PM break
me:  where’s my vodka?
 
 

It Happened, guys!!!!!!

My teenybopper heart exploded when Lance, JC, Joey, and Chris joined Justin on stage last night at the 2013 MTV VMAs. I was screaming, jumping, slapping my poor boyfriend, and probably speaking in tongue. It happened. It fricken happened!!!!!!!

I’ve been fangirling *NSYNC since 1997. I’m not embarrassed to say that my whole room – I mean every nook and cranny of wall, door, closet, and ceiling- was plastered with posters, magazine articles, cut outs, wrappers, everything *NSYNC. It was fangirl pandemonium to the highest degree at the Nginn household for many many years… So this moment was absolute bliss. If I was a smoker, I would’ve lit a cigarette after the performance. Still on a summer concert high from seeing Justin on tour with Jay Z (TWICE), this “reunion” was the fucking cherry on top of all ice cream sundaes in the universe.

I’m not expecting a full-on reunion. If they do decide to get back together, I will offer my first born child as some sort of sacrifice- to whichever deity who wants it and with Kam’s permission, of course- to witness another *NSYNC concert live. 7th time’s the charm, right?

Caution: tumblr link!

Kamron:  -____-
oh my god
don’t send me NSFW TUMBLRS!
hahahaha
jesus christ
i clicked to see what the rest of his blog was like and BAM!
me:  LMAOOOO i only saw it from my tumblr feed! i didn’t know!
Kamron:  all i saw was 8===D O-:
me:  oh no! hahhahahah sorry baby

Morning racist poop chats with Kamron

Kamron:  i need to poop
me:  me too. farts stink
Kamron:  i just finished
me:  i just got coffee
Kamron:  i don’t have drugs for my headache. you are gonna blow up.
me:  I’m gonna wait till it’s gonna shoot out of my anus
Kamron:  i do that too! stop stealing my poop methods
me:  I was gonna say “teamwork” but it’s not a team effort to poop hahahhahaha
Kamron:  my coworker just described hanging out with Spanish people for 4th of July as “ethnic”
Kamron: “it was ethnic”
me:  the hell?
Kamron:  yea…. wasn’t really sure how to respond
me:  don’t make me get all POC on their ass
Kamron:  i just looked at him puzzled and said “yeah…..ethnic…..”. he said it with so much conviction
me:  on that note. i’m gonna go poop
me:  sooooo… can you get magnacarta for me? i need it in my life
Kamron:  magnacarta?
me:  hov, jigga, jay to the. omg i have to pooop NAO
me:  uuuugh so good
Kamron:  i thought you pooped already. is it good? magna carta, not your poop
me:  i haven’t heard it yet. coffee on top of beer shits after pigging out yesterday was amazing. it just shot out with no effort
Kamron:  i may have to go again.

after my ice coffee i’m feeling the bubble