doing laundry :) down to my heineken wife beater -____-
Day 17 Sukhothai, keepin’ it real
8.30pm: I’m a little stressed out over nothing. :/
Today, I went to the catering kitchen and helped out Pee-ann by making some pork burgers (haha, this reminds me of a childhood story that I shall tell one day on tumblr). Then headed back over the office to catch up on some news; afterwards I headed to lunch, ate with Pee-naam-pung, and Pee-see, such cutie-pies [as you can see, I’m keeping this post kind of brief because, 1. I’m really stressed out, 2. I don’t know why I’m stressing, 3. I’m really tired over nothing].
After lunch, Pee-naam-pung asked if we wanted to go out of the airport, and we gladly agreed to. We headed to a rice mill—there was an old/handmade/outdated machine for the rice process, and towards the back there was this humongous new monster of a machine. It was pretty cool, pictures from Kyle later. Pee-naam-pung later took me and Kyle to Sukhothai Buddha Park; it was filled with glorious gold, beautiful architecture, and, yes, I forgot my camera (yes, I’m really pissed, just as pissed as you are), but no worries, I plan on going back with my camera this time.
Went on the runway again for a 6km bike ride this time. Note to self, and others: riding against wind going 5mph is as hard as going up a steep hill.
Yes, I am semi-stressed: Joe the Plumber will be arriving tomorrow in Bangkok, and he plans on me and Kyle meeting up with him on Sunday, aka in 2 days. 1. I haven’t bought tickets [and tickets will be pricey since the flight’s only 2 days away], 2. I don’t know where the hell am I living [if I live in a hotel, the price can be very jacked up], 3. I don’t know if Joe is competent in making decisions. :/ He’s a kind of ‘go-with-the-flow’ type of guy; sometimes that’s good, but… when it comes to important decisions, and handling people’s lives, it’s kind of important to be steady as rock, right? Or, is it just me? So, he sent me an email telling me wishy-washy details…and I don’t exactly have any idea wtf he wrote in that email—so I asked a bunch of questions in return. Let’s hope he returns my email tonight :/ I don’t think I’ve ever been so stressed out over a 4 day vacation. What The Shitty Fuck.
Did laundry; I miss my own washing machines :(.
I cried while biking on the runway today. These memories kept flashing by me… I think I had a epiphany-gone-wrong. All these memories were actually horrible; all the memories went semi-chronologically, I thought I was dying for a second because of these memories flashing in front of my eyes. I cried for at least… perhaps, 3km of my trip (?)