It’s funny when someone is so caught up in looking forward to see her boyfriend that she forgot that she actually don’t quite like life on the ship. In fact, she hates it. It’s claustrophobic, devoid of all magical possibilities and it has no room for innocent fun. As she sat in the large buffet hall of L’Hotel, Hong Kong, poking at her sashimi, her mind wandered back to those lonely nights where only DVDs kept her occupied, coped up with acquaintances that have large, fake smiles, being pushed to a corner by bitchy administrative directors, turning up in uninspiring Crew Parties, and lack of job productivity and stimulation. But for the past 2 weeks, the only thing she wanted to do is to go back just so that she can meet him once again. Now her wish is granted and she’s going back to the ship tomorrow, but is the price worth paying?