31 - The Journey

                                    

                                          
[Edited]
                          
Two and a half months later
                          
I did pay for my own food, transportation and souvenirs. He knew I had 'the money' anyway, and I wasn't complaining. Hotels and flights were the most expensive and time-consuming but it's on him. He said he was making sure I got a hotel with wifi access to contact and report to him. My schedule was supposedly only known by me, my parents, him, Mr. Scott as his right hand man and schedule planner, Amy and lastly her boyfriend because her boyfriend was a law graduate and looked trustworthy enough for our odd-but-actually-legal-contracts to ensure my freaking existance's safety.
                          
Nevanya was with me during my first ten days trip to Greenland, Iceland, and Sweden. Surely, that little Ice Princess couldn't miss Iceland, merely for the name. However, talking about ice, no, I wasn't going to Antartica. We didn't want to get eaten by a random sunbathing-then-got-lucky polar bear, thank you.
                          
Since I was in product design, Orsand had told me this trip was to get new inspiration from around the world, all I needed to do was to submit a daily report and developed some new designs when he needed with my laptop. I got hotels with wifi, no escapes unless there's a blackout in the entire town or at least in the hotel.
                          
Unexpectedly, it was indeed a fucking awesome idea, I really did get lots of inspiration. Although each were very short visits, around three days, five days the longest, I could already feel their cultures from their airports, people interactions and such. Experiencing the luxurious extravagant city glam for a day or two then the traditional country side for the other day(s) were an absolute bliss.
                          
"Hey! As you can see, I'm a fucking Jasmine and not Mulan now." I swapped to the back camera for a sec, wriggling my legs, before returning back to the selfie mode. "Which is ironic. The flower jasmine is supposed to be a beautiful white flower while I'm a fucking burnt potato grilled in charcoal on a hot beach in sahara desert. However you'd imagine it to be, but I'm still exicted to be on my mainland soon. Europe checked, Africa checked, Madagascar was exquisitely wonderful by the way. I met Alex, Gloria, Marty, and Melman. Disappointingly, no Mort. That cutie pie is sooo bae though." I huffed at the upsetting fact, it was indeed such a let down.
                          
"But nevermind. And now on my longest Asia tour, asshole! Cause I have a freaking Asianated looks instead of caucasian since I was born. My hapa ass can't wait any longer. And I might visit my grandma who beat the shit out of me with real veggies. She is half-Chinese half-Korean but got hooked on some historical Chinese dramas nowadays, which I definitely has the least interest. I'll recommend you watch 'Love O2O' instead, that drama is lovely and mood! Oh, I've just arrived in United Arab Emirates right now," I changed to the back camera again, showing the view from inside the airport.
                          
"Lavish, isn't it? Looks like a five-star mall to me. I'm still in a dilemma for skydiving though. And I'll go to Russia next before going to China, east, then south of the world map. I really can't wait to meet my flawless oppas, also a Komodo dragon in Indonesia. Okay, that escalated a bit fast, from my baes to wild animals, but dude, a fucking alive dragon in this century. Although I gotta admit they looked more like a giant lizard, cause they are reptiles either way but cool.. Hey look, that sparkly gold palm tree! Okay that was such an intermezzo. I also can't wait for my little munchkins of koalas on the next Australian trip," I switched back to front camera.
                          
"Whatever. Fucking awesome. Bye, bitch!" I waved with my favourite middle finger and ended the video, or perhaps vlogs.
                          
It wasn't in my must-do-list, but I just did it for fun sometimes. Usually, I sent them to Amy, Nevanya, and Orsand. My parents, well they got a different version obviously. Except if I want them to join me on this trip, I might send those clips to them. They'll fucking chase me even if I fly to the Arctics. Hiding inside a whale? They might sabotage that pitiful whale, slash it in halves, then plucked me out with an obstetrical forceps.
                          
A message notification popped on my screen, it was from the same anonymous. Again. Dang it. The photo wasn't any much different from last week. It's been the fourth photo I never signed up for, Orsand making out with a woman. But honestly, this particular one annoyed me. The fact that she was a nice soft and elegant looking lady, unlike the previous model-looking girls, I actually felt a pang in my conscience and the realization had hit me hard, that I wasn't his style of a girl he would ever look for. We're probably just a fuck buddy.
                          
Oh, well, let it be. That's it for my decision trigger. I was so fucking up.
                          
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"FUCK YOU, ORSAAAAANNNDDD. YOU DESERT SAND IN A DESERTED DESERT. ARE YOU EVEN AN OR OR AN AND. FUCK. I'M CONFUSED. SCREW YOU, YOU'RE JUST A HYDRATED THICC BEEF JERKY!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as my altitudes was decreasing by the minute.
                          
"A fabulous speech, Lynx." Michael, the skydiver who was in charge of me, gave me a thumbs up. "Remind me not to anger you, or else I'll be a human jerky."
                          
"Yup. You might be an air-fry-dry-jerky." He chuckled in response. "Anyway, thanks for the permission, man. You must be going deaf now."
                          
"No worry, dropping from extremely high elevation too often makes my ears numb from most sounds now." I simply laughed as my response.
                          
"It's beautiful." I said as I viewed the wonderful breathtaking scenery. Everything was stellar. From the clear blue sea beneath me, the white sandy beach filled with bikini bottoms, and those freaking high skyscrappers. Also the fish bones island, I liked to call it, cause that's how it looked to me at first glance instead of a palm tree. Which was where I was supposed to land.
                          
My mind was a blank paper now. I didn't even know what to feel up here in the air. The buzzing wind was cold, but my head and heart was like a raging fire burning down an entire forest, but again the landscape was too aesthetically pleasing to be ignored. A crazy combination beyond my limited brain.