Yes, BKK doesn’t bring that “I’m overseas!” sense of rush. I’m always travelling to this place yet I always feel differently fun about it. This time round was a last minute two days trip with dear mel.

an extra Bangkok chop in passport
platinum-filled shopping trip.
eating like all food stalls are closing in the next minute
scolding each other for the fun of it
uniting that last Baht to buy a tank top
keeping eyes widely open despite of extreme fatigue- because, taxi uncle might: “haha they are sleeping, I can sell them away!”


Mel did something touching to mark our 10years friendship
“eh, a little sweet and sour, you will like it”
“yea, I like the taste.”
“ya good, I dun wan alr, cannot finish, you drink lor.”