BKK

After a whole full week in Bangkok, I have to say that it was too long but it was great. We literally just shopped, ate and walked the whole day then sleep the whole night. I hereby conclude that Bangkok is all about cons by taxi uncles, shop till you drop on the hotel bed, spamming sunblock if you don't want to get tan, lady boys who look better off as guys, cheap manicures and massages which aren't that good, street food which will surprise you and unexpected kind souls.

Came back to a nice surprise because I wasn't expecting much and it really feels good to be home. But honestly speaking, I have no room for my new clothes now.

Have you

Taking silly pictures of myself when I'm eating, posing with a yam yam I stole from Grandma and just being really stupid with my new pair of shades (such a steal). Enjoy.

 I miss you but I don't miss me when I'm with you.

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Skin has gotten deeper but it burns the same

I wish I was someone else. Someone with fair skin, someone with nice tan skin, someone with freckles all over their body, someone who has beautiful eyes in a nice shade of any colour besides black, someone who's tall and slim, someone who could wear a plain old tshirt and still be in the center of attention, someone who could eat and not get fat, someone who has got someone there for them no matter what, someone who couldn't fail even if she wanted to, someone who has their life planned ahead of them, someone who's always happy and carefree because let's face it, why would you want to know sadness if happiness is all that you've known all your life? They say you need to know one to get to know the other but how awesome would it be if all you know was the positive? Pretty damn great isn't it?


Well, in short, I just don't want to be myself.