BANGFUGGINGKOK!!! DAY FOUR!! Gay bar.

Around 9pm last night: After a nap, we headed out into Silom district again. I feel like me and Kyle have become regulars there haha, it’s funny. We wanted to head to DJ Station (a quite famous gay pub/bar/club), but they were checking IDs. You had to be 20 years of age, and that would be legal. I just turned 19, and I wanted to punch the bouncer—not really though because I was actually hesitant in going in there the first place. A lot of people walked by me and Kyle in the pouring rain. So, instead of heading out immediately, we chilled under the roof until the rain subsided. As this happened, we met a group of Malaysians who also happened to be turned back. One of their group members had 17 days left to be 20. They wanted to go see a gay strip club—and, apparently, me and Kyle are now experts. I don’t’ know if that’s a compliment, or really creepy x100. At first, me and Kyle thought they were gay, because they first headed to a gay club, then wanted to head to a gay strip club. Turned out, all of them were straight (4 people in total, 1 middle aged guy, 1 really hot guy)). The middle aged guy just wanted the ‘kids’ to see the sex life of Thailand as they’ve never seen something quite so ‘fresh’ or ‘bizarre’ before. So they lost their ‘sex life tourism in Thailand’ virginity, as did I 4 days ago.

We took them along gay boulevard, and I, yet again, got dragged this way and that, and people have already recognized my face—haha, it’s funny and sad at the same time, I think. We took them to ‘Dreamboy’ because that was a HUGE eye-opener next to Jupiter. Me and Kyle didn’t head in because it was expensive, and we already saw the show and eye candy. We chilled outside and waited for the Malaysians because we wanted to go to G.O.D. with them (a gay club). I got harassed as usual while waiting outside. Not getting felt up, but a lot of straight guys came to talk to me. Other gay strip club bouncers came to usher me to their place while I was clearly outside ‘Dreamboy.’ It was a cute time.

Oh, for ‘dinner,’ did I mention me and Kyle ate papaya? It was really sweet and tasted delicious. Only 20baht for a whole papaya—amazing.

After the ‘Dreamboy’ show ended, and the Malaysians came out, we exchanged numbers and email addresses so we can all hook each other up if we were in Malaysia or Taiwan.

We headed to G.O.D., and that’s where another epic night came about. We arrived around 1am, and the Malaysians needed to head back to the hotel. They realized we were going to a gay club and weren’t interested, REALLY were NOT interested as well. But, they had to get up at 5.30am anyways to catch a bus to Pattaya. We said our goodbyes, and we headed into the club. It was empty, and fucking depressing. And, I really wanted to get out of there within an hour time period :(.

BUT, the party really started to start (haha, bad grammar, eff that) around 2-2.30am. I made A LOT of friends, or I met a lot of people last night. I didn’t know I would be popular seeing as I’m a chick. The gay community loves me, and I love them. Let me tell you about the club design. There’s 3 mini stages for half-naked men (provided by the club) to dance on with flashing lights. It was pretty nice. I met… let’s count how many people I met with. At least 10 people, and danced with at least 3 more different people. I met 2 straight guys, and wanted to hurl -_____-. Was not interested in them even though I’m straight myself, 1. because I felt that they wanted to get into my pants realizing I’m the only chick available, 2. they seemed semi-perverted.

I MET A DREAMBOY LAST NIGHT!!!!!!! AND, IT WAS A DREAMBOY I THOUGHT WAS CUTE!!! AND…turns out he’s gay—but it’s okay :). His name’s “Ball” and when I return to Bangkok next summer, I hope all the current ‘Dreamboys’ won’t get fired, or quit :(, because they have already recognized my face. Out of the 10 people, I met a guy who actually has been in North Carolina!! And we hit it off greatly gay-ly. I was supposed to get his email, but we split up without saying goodbye :( (will go into detail as to why I was in a rush to go). Fuck, I really wanted his email!! Bah, I feel like shit right now :(. He was 32, and only looked 26, and was cute and had a nice body. Haha. Out of the 10 people, I met 3 people—2 girls, 1 guy. Gay, bisexual, straight (?). The guy’s name is Jebbie, like Debbie :). I never remembered the girl’s names. Long story short, me and Kyle headed to Jebbie’s place at around 4am. Crazy, creepy, totally insane, totally unsafe, but… it was really okay.

I didn’t get to say goodbye to Ball either :(—not saying goodbye was my most epic fails of the night and makes me really sad. :( x100.

We headed back to Jebbie’s place—he lived right next to where the Princess of Thailand takes music lessons. His neighbors are all somewhat royal—it was quite interesting. We chilled in his place till 7am, and headed back to the hotel. Nothing shady went down; we had really nice conversations. It wasn’t even awkward, but chill. One girl was quite innocent, which I found surprising, but it’s okay, we told her everything she needed to know about ‘Dreamboy.’

3.35pm: watching World Trade Center—tearing up bad.

Jebbie wants to hang out again tonight at around 10pm, oh geez, I don’t think I can make it. 1. My flight leaves tomorrow, 2. I don’t want to stay out too late, 3. Can I please finally go to a straight club my last night here? Haha, we’ll see. I’ll call him when I get to the MRT station.

So, what’s my itinerary for this last day? Get out of bed, order room service, eat dinner with Pee-oii, Pee-ann, and Pee-top HOPEFULLY!!! *FINGERS CROSSED X100* And then, possibly hanging out with Jebbie again. 

BANGFUCKINGCOCK!! NIGHT: 3. Oh Dear, God!

BangLITERALLY FUCKINGcock

Tonight: seriously, viewer discretion is STRONGLY advised. If you really know me, I’m prone to do wild things—I’ve never experienced something quite like this before. If you so happen to come across this blog, it is strongly advised that you skip this post.

This has got to be the most exciting/harassing/twisted/depressing post I’m going to make about my trip in Thailand so far—you’ll see why in a second.

I’m not going to go in chronlogical order like I usually do, because I want to keep the memories fresh—yes, they are fresh alright.

Tonight, 9pm, me and Kyle headed to Dreamboy (please, google it, if you are EXTREMELY bored. Silom soi… (?)). It’s pretty much another gay strip club like I described on my first night in Bangkok. This… was a lot… more graphic, more penises, more… well, there was sex involved—yep, sex.  Want to keep reading? Go ahead, things are going to get pretty graphic up in here.

First off, me and Kyle headed up the stairs to a room, where we sat front row RIGHT IN front of the stage. Yes, we can see the ‘Dreamboys’ lining up in front of us, with only whitey tighties, and blackey tighties—they’re half naked this time—GASP!! Yeah, I know…quite different from Jupiter.

There were several shows tonight. Oh, god. Oh , shit, I don’t even want to go into detail. I did a LOT of cussing tonight; a lot. I haven’t cussed at all here in Thailand, except for that one mud accident, but…no. tonight, it was just too much. I REALLY wish I do not turn lesbian at this point—actually, it’s not going to happen anytime soon :).

1st show: hip hop dancing—stripping dancing occurred. And, penises were pulled out. Yep. There was a cowboy and a ghetto person dancing together.

2nd show: lady-boys take the stage. They came out in typical sexy woman lingerie. The ending act: they showed their penises… I didn’t know whether it was appropriate to hurl or not, because I was going to die. Want to keep reading? Let’s go.

3rd show: 3 men were showering, with body wash all over. Portions of their ‘head’ were showing. And yes, they were in thongs. Eventually, the thongs came off. Yep, let’s keep going. Oh, blow jobs, hand jobs were given. At least I learned how to give a blow job and hand job right? Johnny Chen?????

4th show: a couple of ‘Dreamboys,’ out of auction I suppose, had sex. On stage. Yep, yep. I’m…. I was speechless.

I started getting used to the whole gay scene—how was I not supposed to? It’s right in front of my fucking face—I accepted, and had fun while at it :).

-CAN I JUST SAY: there were a couple of gay Malaysians sitting right across from me, who were so loud… the ‘Dreamboys’ and lady-boys messed with them a lot, which was a good thing, because they were annoying.

5th show: a couple of ‘Dreamboys’ came out, without their whitey/blackey tighties on. Yes, they were naked, and they went around the stage to show the… ‘buyers’ their crowned jewels. Um, if you really know me, you’ll know this is a first. I touched 2 different fucking penises. Touched one multiple times. Oh, dear, god. Oh, god… the whole time I was thinking, IS HE WEARING A CONDOM?? WILL I GET AN STD ON MY HAND????? Yes, he/they were wearing a condom—thank god, thank god x100. Chatroulette got nothing on this strip club.

6th show: lady-boys came on stage again. They dragged two audience members—from the annoying gay Malaysian group. It was a comedy act—I found it disturbing, really disturbing, but I still laughed, which is fine I suppose.

7th show: some ‘Dreamboys’ came out again (I HATED/LOVED SITTING FRONT ROW); yes, they were naked, and pretty much the same people from the 5th show. Touched a couple of penises again. Oh, I am so apathetic/indifferent at this point. It was a really nice show actually. They had body paint (?) that glowed in the dark, with blacklights, and they moved their body in a really artsy way. I really liked it.

I was wearing a white top, and black shorts today—I shined like a person who didn’t belong there anyways. GUH-REATTT. I know, right?

8th show: I think people had sex again…but I don’t quite remember.

If we wanted to continue watching shows, or we wanted to ‘buy’ an ‘escort’ for the night, with our drinks in hand, we could go downstairs, no charge. We, of course, went downstairs.

Whitey tighties: upstair boys. Blackey tighties: downstair/coyote boys.

We sat second row again… still… too close. Oh, this is where the ‘fun’ part comes in. I got felt up so many times… I lost count. Like, yeah. Gay strip club? No, it was a straight stripper’s/prostitute’s heaven. I was pretty much the only chick in there out of at least 50 gay guys (maybe straight), and there were a couple of chicks too.

The ‘Dreamboys’ made their round again. I recognize pretty much all the faces that I like/we made eye contact with. Did I mention, no. 37, he kept staring at me from the very beginning when we were upstairs. I think he really wanted me to buy him. There were a LOT of guys who wanted me to buy him as an escort… I looked like shit tonight, wtf are they thinking????

They (Dreamboys) were cute-which makes me sad. Sex, crime, and corruption in South East Asia—I’m here to make an A+; get ready UNC-CH.

Each guy I recognized would stand in front of me, smile, and, it was just really really cute. I loved the attention, but the whole time I’m thinking, the only reason they’re doing this…is because they’re there for the money, and so they are a pro at seducing ANY type of person, be they gay, straight, or bi. AHHHH, makes me extremely dissapointed—if I asked a worker if one of the ‘Dreamboys’ were gay or straight, they’d tell you what you like to hear; they would just make out/have sex/do whatever you want to them, just for the money. This is what I personally think…will go into detail later :(.

What show am I on ?: Some ‘Dreamboys’ were dancing to really high music—it was legit

Show no. 100: penises out in the open for display, again. There were several guys I made eye contact with and smiled—-fuck. Thank you, no. 5, and no. 15. You ‘made’ my night…into semi-hell.

Did I mention, during this whole time downstairs, if I wasn’t getting felt up by a worker, I would get felt up by one of the ‘Dreamboys?’ I was pretty popular tonight—really, seriously. I don’t understand. Apparently, a lot of guys want to fuck me. They gay? They straight? Do I look that rich?

Tonight was extremely expensive. At least 560baht per person. And, I didn’t take anyone home with me tonight—haha. ‘Chang man tou;’ I accept. It was worth the experience. But tomorrow night, I’m heading to a straight club… with… I suppose more ‘normal,’ or what I consider, people.

The show pretty much ended, and everyone headed out. While still in the club, I made eye contact with no. 16. We were looking at each other on stage; and he was really intense. But, when we were all about to leave the club, he stared at me again… but he was escorting a man tonight… I felt horrible, not because I didn’t ‘buy’ him, because… I don’t know how to describe the feeling. [I have a soft spot in my heart…I know a lot of people think I’m a bitch, but if I see someone less helpless than I am (beggars, children on the street, people I consider need more help than anyone else), I will try in some way or another help them out).

I think it was no. 42 that I saw outside the club. Oh, god, he was so cute. I thought (maybe he is, I’ll never know) he was gay; but he was like ‘why didn’t you pick me?’ ‘Aren’t you gay?’ ‘No!! I’m a real man!!’ Oh, I would totally pick you if 1. I wasn’t a virgin. 2. I have really no morals. 3. If I was a billionaire.

No. 15, and no. 5 kept following me, and wanted to fuck me pretty much. They followed me and Kyle for a while… until they reached their motorcycles and left.

Did mention how no. 15 carried me and dry humped me? That was really fun, and hilarious, not going to lie.

NOW… IT’S 2.22AM!!! And, I’m dead tired. But I’m going to post my DAY today :). Hope you guys enjoy the PG version. 

BANGFUGGINGKOK!!! LITERALLY: DAY 3.

Today: 2.23am.

I woke up today (or yesterday), at 6am, because Pee-oii was supposed to pick me and Kyle up at 6.30am heading for the beach, and… little did I know, this other palace. Me and Kyle waited downstairs till 7am, grabbed a couple of Asian delicious buns for the ‘Pee’ people. Thank god, I brought Pee-ba’s fresh made cookies, as that was me and Pee-top’s breakfast.

I fell asleep for at least 30 minutes while in the car.

We reached this old palace… in a place called Phetchaburi (the same name as the road where my hotel is located at). There were three monuments of this old palace (pictures to prove). We got out of the taxi (yes, we rented a taxi/limousine styled), and climbed steep steep hills, and 19283912 stairs to reach the first monument.

There were tons of ‘ling’ (monkeys) on the way. Oh, yeah. I was pissed off. Foreigners have a 150baht entrance fee; Thai people have a 20baht entrance fee. If only I wasn’t so white—actually, I’ve been sunburnt, and tanned x100. So, I’m not as white as I used to be.

We all had fun climbing steep hills, made random jokes on the way. While Pee-oii, Pee-ann, Pee-top, Kyle and I, stopped to take pictures/scenic views at the second monument, the girls decided to let the boys go take pictures of the last monument. 1. We didn’t have a substantial breakfast. 2. We had the excuse of being girls, and them being macho-men (Pee-top was a Navy seal, whereas Kyle… he’s gay, and he should train to be a little more macho :) ).

After Pee-top and Kyle came back, and the girls buying drinks and a facial towelette waiting for them, we all headed down the palace. This 150baht entrance was: my gym ticket fee—I thought about the money that way. Tons of sweat, 2-3 hours worth of climbing. It’s all gooooood :).

When we headed back to our taxi, an old couple starts ranting about something—and I thought we were in trouble. They told us that monkeys were messing with our ride. 1. They broke the back windowshield, and they took away the antenna for the radio. We all laughed it off; but, how were we going to pay back the owner of the taxi? We never discussed it I think, or at least no in English.

After the hard climb, we headed to another palace from the era of King Rama IV. We headed into the palace (Pee-top stayed in the car/taxi to chill).

 Because, me and Kyle didn’t want to be charged a foreigners fee, smart, ‘sway’ Pee-oii and Pee-ann went ahead to buy us tickets while we discretely hid in the back of a couple of other Thais. We rode bikes around this vacation spot/palace. We headed to a beach house first, and took tons of pictures there. The weather was nice, and the scene was gorgeous and very clean. Me and Pee-oii had to get sarongs because of our shorts—too sexy for the palace? I think so :). I also had to get a shawl, because I think my sleeves were too short. Me and Kyle kept our mouths shut tight, and headed in right behind Pee-oii and Pee-ann. We took tons of pictures again, and had immense amounts of fun. Pee-ann helped me wear old Thai style sarong/costume pieces (pictures to prove soon :)).

There were HUGE trees at this palace. Some are believed to be sacred. I wanted everyone to get under a HUGE tree to self-time the picture. When, the timer got to 3 seconds or so, I was too late to run over, and plus, a worker came by and said, something that regarded the tree (not supposed to touch it? Not supposed to be near it? Nu mai ruu ka). I have a hilarious picture—but, I blocked the beautiful Pee-ann and handsome Kyle while enacting my silly pose.

PICTURES GALORE.

After our tour of this palace, yet another 2-3 hours or so, we decided to head towards lunch and the beach.

We headed to a pit stop in Café Amazon (chain store that sells overly priced beverages, but still tastes good). Me and Pee-oii headed to the toilet.

Toilet custom of Thailand: women (and I think men, not sure) stand RIGHT OUTSIDE each toilet door. There does NOT exist a line, or cue. You just wait for an empty opening of a toilet, and stand in front of it. I didn’t believe Pee-oii at first… and I was like… holy shit, wtf.

Pee-oii and I then headed back to Café Amazon where we spoke English (OBVIOUSLY), and we got overhead by a retired English teacher. Pee-ann made her ‘Miss Congeniality’ move, and talked it up with the teacher for a while.

After the congenial conversation, Pee-ann also won a bag of Thai desserts while at it—mai aroi, sorry teacher :/. WE HEADED TO LUNCH—FOR THE BEACH!!!

For lunch, we headed to Hua Hin, a beach type city. I’m going to look for condos for my mom—but, it’s better advised to look at condos in Goon Tay (Local/Thai people say that instead of Bangkok).

We first decided to go to this restaurant/café place—but they focused more on Spaghetti/pasta. But, I told Pee-oii in the car that I wanted some seafood. So, we made a 50 meter car ride to another restaurant.

It was beach-viewed. We had great seafood dishes. I ordered coconut. OH MY GOD, HAVEN’T HAD A COCONUT IN LITERALLY YEARS—I WAS SOOOO HAPPYY!!! And, yes, I ate the coconut meat too, and cleaned the shell out completely.

I finally got to pay the bill.. Which was hiked up to 2005baht. It’s all good; parents gave me money for a reason. I’m glad that everyone enjoyed lunch, or I hope they did. Pee-top didn’t eat much because… shit, I forgot to mention where we went!!!! (Please ignore this, when I have revised my post). He didn’t eat much because he ate in the taxi while waiting for us touring the grand vacation palace home.

The beach was not totally gorgeous, but I was totally fine with it because I miss the waters, and I missed the beach. I’m glad I didn’t bring my swimsuit because I would never leave the place, despite the fact that there was a storm that headed our way. Pee-top was my personal photographer while I waddled in the water with Pee-oii—khorb khoon ka!!! X100000.

There was a disclosure of someone’s secret life during those minutes in the water—yay?

It was around 4pm, and a storm was approaching; so we all decided to head back to Goon Tay (sp/pronouncaition?). Me and Pee-oii had a really genuine/mature/factual/nice conversation that made me feel really at ease. Thank you so much Pee-oii.

Pee-top dropped me and Kyle off at the hotel. I really don’t want to go into detail about this…because… I’m going to tear up. Fuck. Supposedly, I’ll possibly/hopefully see Pee-ann and Pee-top tomorrow to chill some more. And, today, would probably be the last day I’ll see Pee-oii. Fuck, I hate saying goodbyes. There’s always facebook, and I KNOW FOR A FACT, that I am definitely going to Thailand next year; I don’t care if I have to give up an internship, or sell my body for money, I’m going back to see these wonderful people. Go into detail enough? It’s really hard to say goodbye. What tugged at my heart was, that Pee-ann said “I’m going to change my plane ticket from Bangkok to Sukhothai, because I want to send you off to Taiwan.” If she actually does this, and sends me off, I won’t leave… I’ll cry so hard. I really hope she doesn’t send me off, but a part of me wants her to, fuck.

I have realized that I have never cussed so much in a post (in Thailand) before. I’m surprised at myself. I was scarred tonight; and I feel like I have the right to express my vulnerability at this moment—thank you for understanding. Viewer discretion, as I mentioned, is EXTREMELY advised.

I wanted to go out tonight, because it was only arournd 7.30-8pm. We decided to go to Silom area tonight to check out the other famous gay strip club branch.

Me and Kyle pretended to be temporary bf/gf for half the night, so nobody would pester us into watching “ping-pong” shows. To get to Silom, we decided to try and take the BTS—woot woot. We are reallyyyyyyyyyyy Sugyoooot!!!!!! We walked around 15-20 minutes to the BTS, whilst locking arms. People were still looking at me, or mostly guys. I really don’t think I looked like a hooker tonight…maybe I was REALLY wrong, looking at what happened tonight at ‘Dreamboys.’

I reached ‘customer service/ticketing service’ at the stop, asking to change 1000baht into 100coins, and the rest in paper. The customer service lady was a real bitch. I wanted to punch the glass hole larger, so I could punch the whore in the face—BITCH X100. okay, done with my rant.

Me and Kyle can survive anywhere I have decided. We can get around easily. WE RODE THE BTS BY OURSELVES. Actually, think that’s typical survival skill 101. I can only deal with competent people… and a little more mature than usual when it comes to real-life situations thank you very much. We arrived Sala Daeng (sp? Silom station) safe and sound, in one piece, and did not have to change trains because we didn’t get lost. I felt very accomplished tonight.

We, or really just Kyle, ate at this place called Bug and Bee. Apparently, on a gay website, it is quite well-known in the gay community. Spinach crème tomato lasagna. One ‘chef’ was  a not-entirely-transformed lady-boy. Another ‘chef’ was just really cute, but then I’m thinking he’s gay because this restaurnat is known in the gay community—GREAT.

Me and Kyle headed down gay boulevard yet again….only to lead to my next post…

3.04am: Love-BEG. Sleeepppppppppppp x100. 

BANGFUGGINGKOK!!! DAY TWOOO!!!

Bangkok Day 2:

9.21pm: I just came back form a fantastic dinner on at a Navy based restaurant. Long story. I had Sang Som—a Thai rum alcohol thing. OH, yeah. I’m still tipsy, not going to lie. So… my whole month of soberness just went out the drain. Yep.

Good/bad news, I think I’m sunburned, or tanned—I have a scoop neck of redness. Tis quite funny.

My whole day had the best of the best of people: Pee-oii, Pee-ann, Pee-nung (!!!!!), Pee-top (Pee-ann’s older brother),  Kyle and I. Me and Kyle had a really rough start in the morning, after our adventure from last night, we grudgingly got up at 7am to face the music/fun, but it was totally worth it—wouldn’t be late for this moment. We had our continental breakfast, till I saw Pee-oii pointing at me outside the hotel window—made me giggle, and finally glad to have seen her after only a week—sad existence? I THINK NOT. We picked up Pee-nung from this other hotel, and headed towards our DESTINATION: Koh Kreb (sp???). It’s this island that supposedly is occupied by people descending from Myanmar—need to google/wikipedia more on that according to Pee-oii :).

I sort of forgot the exact chronological order of my day. But, I remember walking through the alleyways of Koh Kreb. We had lunch/brunch at this restaurant (Pee-ann, Pee-oii, Pee-nung, Pee-top, Kyle and I); they served noodles—semi-“pit” (spicy), but it tasted really good. Then we continued shopping/sightseeing through the alleyways.

Can I just make a note that I have not seen at least 30 minutes worth of television since I’ve been in Bangkok—soooo proud of myself.

We then caught a 11am boat/ferry/public transportation of the river :) —tre fantastic. We took the boat to tour around the island. We stopped at 3 stops (? Or was it 2?) I HAVE PHOTOS TO PROVE!! And, yet again, I am not in my complete sober state—sorry :/. We first visited a… dessert shop—I think it was quite famous along the river bank I assume. I bought just one package of nut filled candied (?); really quite hard to describe. The customer before me bought at least like 6 items before paying —I didn’t feel QUITE bad.

Our next stop was at another dessert floating area. We watched a dessert Pee-ann loves being made behind the whole ‘restaurant/store.’ (Pictures :) ). I then ordered this “rice and water” ‘dessert/treat.’ It was supposedly only for the royal monarchy—but it’s now available to everyone. Honestly, it wasn’t that ‘aroi;’ I however really liked the water/rice. The water/rice tasted like roses—very fragrant, I loved it so much.

We hopped back on the ferry to head to a stop…I honestly don’t recall/remember where the hell we went. I think we stopped at the island, and again went through several alleyways. I bought this boat thing that will run in water once you lit candles (yet again, hard to explain -____-). Oh gosh, my chronological events have turned into mish-mash. Bah, I’m sorry. I’ll have fb photos soon enough :).  I had Cha-nom-yan (my favorite drink so far :) ) outside this temple. Hard to explain yet again.

We arrive back to our original destination where Pee-oii parked her car. While upon arriving back onto the mainland, Pee-nung, Kyle, and Pee-top were so cute!! They headed to this toy shop and bought this…thing haha. Various animals moving this way and that (pictures to prove); they looked like little kids again—Pee-ann and Pee-oii joined in on the fun, and I tried to capture the moment.

We then headed to the Grand Palace!! Kyle fell asleep half the way—I kept looking at my past pictures of Sukhothai. Let me reiterate: I miss Sukhothai, but I’m really glad to be in Bangkok at the same time. We took a lot of photos there. The crowned prince of Thailand was supposedly supposed to arrive at the Grand Palace today. There are several segments of this ‘park’ that are reserved for people who want to see this royal highness. It would honestly be an awesome experience, but it was lawn mak mak x100 today—and remember? I have sunburn/tan/je ne sais pas. Did I mention I wore a sarong for the first time today? Made me extremely happy—I was wearing my short shorts provided by Cassandra Etter!!! Or more like American Eagle, but whatever. The line I waited for my sarong all enclosed these foreign people (mostly Europeans)—I laughed at the fact at how I really was a foreigner in this kind country (Pictures for you guys to see soon!!!)

The main attraction of this Grand Palace I think would be the Emerald Buddha—please wikipedia this or google this for more information because I honestly don’t know the whole story.

CAN I TELL YOU WHAT THE FUCK. FOREINGERS HAVE TO PAY 350 BAHT JUST TO ENTER THE GRAND PALACE WHEREAS THAI PEOPLE GET IN FREE—I actually totally understand. I just wanted to expose the idea of discrimination—I found it extremely funny. I wanted to pass as Thai just to see if the security guards will let me through, but ‘chang man tou’—I was a good girl :).

We then headed to this temple that is quite famous—shit, I really forgot the name of the temple. Kekeke, funny part is comng up. So, obviously, if you’re a foreinger here (or at least look like one), I guess the natives will somehow one way or another take advantage of you. I needed to borrow another sarong again because of my short shorts—Pee-oii and Pee-ann with their perfect Thai accent asked this vendor for a sarong. They took me and Kyle’s camera to prove that they were the so-called ‘Thai-toursits;’ me and Kyle just kept our mouth shut the whole time :). 150 baht down to 50 baht—all’s good :). We ALL climbed up this pagoda type architecture (I assume the main structure of the whole temple). It was mad scary, hard, and difficult to climb the stairs. The steps had to be at least knee-high—yes, really hard. We had fun while at it :). We finally made it to the last level, aka the heaven level. I was like: “If we die now, and accidentally fall down to the ground it’s okay, because we have already reached heaven.” The view from there was gorgeous. You can pretty much see all the skyscrapers of Bangkok—pictures pictures!! My camera battery died on me again—fuck :(. So sorry. And, still not sober—god, this Sang-som is really strong, or I’m just really not alcohol tolerant anymore which is sad :(.

Today, and tomorrow (I think) 26-27th is a really quite famous (I suppose) holiday. People/Buddhists aren’t supposed to drink alcohol during these two days—that rule was totally broken -____-. Anyways, since it’s a Buddhist holiday, one is supposed to walk around this temple/architecture 3 times around and pray while at it. One is supposed to have a lotus flower, 3 incense sticks, and 1 candle—I don’t know what symbolism it describes—SORRY!! I’ll ask about it someday quite soon. Me, Kyle, Pee-oii, Pee-top, and Pee-nung only did one round because ti started raining. Pee-ann went the whole three ways :).

We then headed to this covered shed. SOOOO, apparently each Buddhist ought to know what day they were born on (Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, etc.); I honestly had no idea. So, I’m born on a Monday—woo (?) :). Each day is represented by a different Buddha. I was praying towards my Buddha, with a small donation of around 6-7baht. I was so embarrassed; I forgot to take off my shoes while doing this ritual—in my head, I was like “shit… my wish won’t come true anymore :(“.

While on the subject of my candle being lit along with the other items I held in my hand, wax dropped on my fake converses—it’s cool. 1. I’ll remember where this mess came from.

After the visitation of this famous temple, we headed to dinner at this Navy restaurant (Pee-top was a former (current ?) Navy seal—nice nice? Yeah, yeah!!). I really fucked up my order—sorry -_____-; I’ll revise this post in a while when I get my photos straightened out.

Everyone had a great time at dinner. We originally ate outside on the patio; but the rain came and we headed inside to eat. The restaurant carried really good food—we ordered a lot of seafood—I think that’s what Bangkok is famous for anyways. I felt bad that I didn’t get a chance to bill anything -____-; but no worries, I’ll repay Pee-oii, and Pee-ann (and now Pee-top) back. Oh geez; so after our dinner, Pee-oii asked if we wanted to get dessert. Instead, the liquor category came up. I ordered Sang-som. Bad choice? Eh, it was fun :). Me and Pee-ann toasted each other first. Then, me and Pee-nung had our face-off and finished the whole damn bottle. The taste of Sang-som smelled like vodka, but goes down a LOT smoother than Absolut or Johnnie Walker—the smell was honestly unbearable though :(. Ahh—Pee-nung is so cute. I kept asking him okay mai? And…he can obviously take a lot more alcohol than I can—embarrasing. I remember the days when I could take 5 shots of 40% Absolut, and just be tipys—WHERE DID THOSE DAYS GO? Oh, yeah, when I was bulimic that one time -_____-.

Pee-oii asked us (Pee-top stayed in the restaurant to guard our purses) whether we wanted to see the temples during a night view. It was very gorgeous. I totally mixed up two temples—and felt like an idiot—a drunk idiot at that. I wasn’t drunk, I think—I at least remember this part.

10.06pm: Home-Michael  Buble. I do miss Taiwan, but I still love Bangkok.

We all headed home afterwards; and it would be the last time I saw Pee-nung, until obviously next year when I go visit Sukhothai again :).

10.07pm: Chilling in my bed, going to finally watch some T.V. I can understand, and getting up at 6am to head to the beach! WOO-HOO!

Sukhothai LAST DAY!!

1.01am:

So, I know I haven’t updated my tumblr in the past few days. It’s been too busy. Let me start off with the day I didn’t feel like updating on. Me and my parents went to Sukhothai Old City, Si Satchanalai (sp?), a local market :) [special request by me], and we ate lunch at the same restaurant Pee-oii took us (the dancing kids one). I was really glad to have seen them, but when they departed yesterday [or techinically two days ago], I still felt at ease. I missed them a tinge, but life went back to normal. I still had a normal day in the office, chilling, doing random things.

Today, or… was it yesterday? I don’t care, 1 hour ago: Today was just pretty much epic. In the morning, I woke up around 7am, to do some last minute packing (I hope I didn’t leave anything behind—but if I did, I really don’t mind going back to Sukhothai). After my packing, I took my camera around and shot pictures of the airport that I haven’t had a chance to do (yes, I know 25 days in Sukhothai, and haven’t taken a picture of the buildings/architecture/objects of the airport). I took pictures of the orchid farms, cassawary (google it :) ), chicken (there’s a ton), water buffalos (and cows I think), the organic farm, the Buddhist shrines, etc, etc, etc. x100. Afterwards, I head to the office (Director’s office) to say bye/hi to Ms. Chutima and Bo. Ms. Chutima left the early morning flight, and I really never got to say goodbye for she was on the phone when I was in the office. Afterwards, I headed towards the operation office, and chilled (MY LAST DAY CHILLING IN THE OFFICE, ON THE INTERNET, DOING BORING TASKS!!!). We all headed to me, and Kyle’s last lunch. SAW PEE-NAAM-PUNG!!! He arrived yesterday from Bangkok. After lunch, got our luggage with Pee-see. After that (haha, I’m not being very precise am I), me and Kyle took pictures with Pee-naan, and Pee-waan. We then headed towards the catering kitchen, because… that really hit ‘home’ (or Sukhothai home). Pee-may was sleeping on the floor, so me and Kyle took turns taking pictures with her. Took pictures with Pee-doi, and Pee-ba. Pee-ba was teary, and sad—bahhhh :(.

We head to the office again to chill, and to wait until our departure/boarding time.

Pee-ba came around 4.30pm (our flight boards at 4.55pm); she handed me and Kyle a bag each—IT WAS STUFFED WITH KAO PAD LAP CHANG (fried rice and sausages), AND COOKIES (FRESHLY BAKED)!!!!!!!!! Oh god, I really going to tear up so bad. We checked in with Pee-see and said our last goodbye to Pee-naan (too bad me and Kyle didn’t see Pee-dick one last time ;) ).

Got on the plane, took pictures with Pee-see, and finally ate the hamburger made by the catering kitchen—shit tasted mad good :). And then, I finished my fried rice as well. 

Day 23 Sukhothai The parentals

Day 23

Sukhothai

10.29pm: Today was definitely an epic day.

I woke up around 9.00am to enjoy my cup of frozen yogurt for breakfast, and that Jack N Jill chocolate wafer. Around 9.15am, I hear a truck roll by, and out pops out Joe the Plumber…after how many days he said he would arrive? It’s whatever—I finally get to see him after all the days that went by, he promised to come. We talked a little bit, and his brother Pee-wu was here too. Then we all headed out. Me and Kyle headed to the catering kitchen, and Pee-wu and Joe the Plumber headed to town for a meeting.

Catering Kitchen: I battered pork chops, releasing all my anger on those poor pigs. I read a couple of health food magazines (ironic, I know :) ), and headed to lunch. Lunch was really quiet, without Pee-see, Pee-naan, Pee-oii for sure, and Pee-naam-pung. I ate alone until Kyle strolled by 10 minutes later; I was a little pissed because I wanted some alone time, but it was okay. Ms. Chutima, Pee-bird, Bop, and a newcomer (?) were sitting at the next table; me and Pee-bird exchanged hilarious smiles.

I had Cha-nom-yen (Thai milk tea [cold]) for ‘dessert.’

I headed to the office (after slaving away in the kitchen :) ) for the first time in several days, saw Pee-ket, and Pee-wan, and Pee-dick for a few minutes. I was nervous the wholeeee day in the office, anticipating my parents arrival at 4.45pm (I didn’t even know when the hell they were supposed to arrive).

I headed to the bathroom around 4.30pm, went back to the office, and Kyle asked “Did you see Joe?” “Uh, was I supposed to in the bathroom?” I sprinted towards the arrival area, and saw a beer bellied business man, with a beautiful/elegant old lady staring at me. Oh god, I was fucking happy.

My mommy and daddy gave me gifts to give to the people I worked with; as I handed out the gifts, everyone was so happy—it made me smile a hell of a lot. There was this shrimp thing, this egg thing, and this bean thing ( I KNOW RIGHT? So descriptive). I gave Pee-waan, and Pee-dick a bean thing, and Pee-waan was like “Did you see your mom yet?” “How’d you know my mom?” “You guys look alike!!”

I don’t want to look like my mom—this is definitely for another post. [Don’t interpret wrong if you don’t have any fucking idea what I mean by this]

Joe the Plumber, Pee-wu, Kyle, Parentals, and I headed to my parents hotel (dude, it’s like 5 +1 more star, all the guests are freaking… rich). Parentals and I talked in the room for a little bit, and they asked me how I was doing without any outsider’s presence to discomfort me. It was like in the old days… 20 days ago. The happy thing my mom said to me was, “wow, you look so healthy!” Aka, I may still be fat, and haven’t lost weight…or I have lost weight, but I look healthy doing so :). We’ll see when I reweigh myself back in TW.

We all ate dinner at this resort place; everyone talked, except Pee-wu. God, I feel bad for him. Everyone knew Mandarin but him, so… everyone resorted to the language -____-; it started off in English, to make everyone feel okay…but it just slowly turned in to Mandarin the whole time -_____-. After dinner, we sent the parentals back to the hotel; me and my dad talked politics, my ‘future,’ college life, family, and such, while everyone else went elsewhere—nice bonding experience after a long while. I don’t think I can do this for a while anyways, say perhaps in another year.

Pee-wu, and Joe the Plumber headed to town to find Pee-dang with me and Kyle. Joe the Plumber, Kyle and I headed to the streets to find this egg, banana, crepe like thing, while Pee-wu waited for Pee-dang. That was a good bonding experience between us as well. The funny thing was, this was only the second time that I met Joe, and it was the first time he met Kyle.

And now, I’m back home, courtesy of Pee-dang driving 110km/ph.

I get to go out with my mom and dad tomorrow, because 1. I requested so, 2. I won’t see them for a while, 3. I want to go on vacation with them again, like I did several (5-6) years ago. Except…there’s no James involved in this vacation :(. Fuck, I miss him.

It won’t just be us though, there’s going to be Kyle, Joe, and Pee-wu… it makes me kind of sad, but I’ll know there’ll be other opportunities where it’s just the family hanging out again.

My dad said I’ve matured over the past few days…due to perhaps boredom, and tons of quiet time to think due to this boredom… have I really? Or have I just turned into a boring/impassionate person? I hope I have matured though.

DRANK BEER. And was not once a tiny bit tipsy. Pee-ed a lot. :) Just thought I’d share. Mature? I think not yet, :).

I wasn’t going to update my tumblr today/tonight because I’m really tired but hey, I do it for myself; I’ve been keeping up with this for 23 days already :)

Countdown: 3 more days to Bangkok baby!!

Day 21 Sukhothai Pee-Wu/7-11 Run

Day 22

Sukhothai

11.00pm: Tomorrow, the parentals are arriving. BAH, I don’t know how I’m going to entertain them!!

[Penises are inconsiderate, selfish, perverted, and disgusting]

Today was a long and semi-productive day. I like getting away from the office scene; I hate staring at a computer screen all day, so I headed to the catering kitchen even without Pee-ann. I bonded with Pee-may this time; we had HUGE communication barriers, but we had fun. We wrote each other’s name out in Thai, and Chinese. I got a lovely phone call while I was there from Joe the Plumber. He’s arriving tomorrow morning—same day as my parents. We’ll see what happens from there…

Pee-wu (Joe’s brother) invited me and Kyle to go eat dinner. We drove to Sukhothai new city (aka Big C Bratha lol), and drove to two similar restaurants. The restaurant we ate at was a Korean type BBQ place, buffet style. Oh dear god, so much food. It was great, fun, and delicious. We all bonded, so that was I think one of the most important part. We made another 7-11 run—I’m sure the clerks recognize my weird ass face by now, actually they have haha.

I’m going to stay in the office all day tomorrow to prepare for 3 people’s arrival, whoo-hoo. Well, the good thing is that I may be able to talk to Pee-bird (the office guy!!) and practice some English with him.

I went out for a night-time bike run. The only thing I had was my bike, my bike’s mini headlight, the moonlight, and pitch black. The power went out halfway through my night-run. It was great—burned off the buffet I had as well. Well, not so funny, but amusing at the same time, my bike suddenly had a flat tire (I realized this after I just got on the runway), so I went to the office to switch a bike. It took me like 10 fucking minutes, because 1. it was dark, 2. I had to find a bike that was my height, 3. I had to see if the headlight worked on any of the bikes. So, this security guard flashes his light, and I was like “ohhhhh, shit. I’m done for.” But, he recognized me, and helped me out. Communication barrier= sign/body language=amazing.

Count down: 4 more days till Bangkok baby!!!!

Day 21 Sukhothai Semi-Sorrow; Happiness

Day 21

Sukhothai

9.40pm: A day of semi-sorrow, and happiness.

Pee-ann and Pee-oii left me. Last few minutes together with Pee-ann, she kept assuaging me with “Mai ben rai,”—it’s okayyyy. Oh my god, thank god I didn’t tear up. I miss her already. And, I’m fucking pissed I didn’t say good-bye to Pee-oii; maybe that’s a good thing, or I really would’ve just burst in tears. NO WORRIES. I’ll be in Bangkok in 5 days, and see them there. Right? I’m going to be alright :).

Today was super productive. I went to the catering kitchen to help out, because they really needed an extra hand. Everyone today was preparing for a big event of Sukhothai, held/promoted/sponsored by Bangkok Airways. The festival was called “Mini Light and Sounds of Sukhothai.” It used to be a yearly event, that only occurred during a day in November, but now it’s a monthly event. Tickets usually cost 600baht a person during the month, but free for staff. Today, the people we invited were badminton players; some badminton coaches; and some renowned people I wouldn’t have any idea about (but, you can tell who they are from people saying ‘sawatdee (ka, krub),’ and what they’re wearing, and what purses they’re holding).

Anyways, I’ll talk about the festival later. I helped out in the kitchen. ATE JACKFRUIT FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE!!! The smell smelled so bad to me, a LOT worse than durian (of course I would say that, I love durian’s everything), but it tastes really delicious. I made pork burgers again, and I’m becoming an expert :). I watched Pee-ba(p) boil the dough we made yesterday—it came out translucent, and very very beautiful (sway jin jin).  I also cut pork chops today for the burgers. I had ‘pit-sat-nu-lok,’ this Thai noodle dish that Pee-ba(p) made for me. I love her too :); she let’s me do everything even though we all know I may cut myself sooner or later :). She prepared dessert, with the dough we boiled, this fruit type thing covered in flour, jackfruit, corn (oh yeah, I had to make separate pieces of that), jello, and coconut milk. The surprise ingredient I found that she added to this dessert was salt. O_o, who would’ve known?  

I finally met Pee-wu today, Joe the Plumber’s brother. He looks like Joe, except darker skin, and chubbier, and with braces. That was a short encounter that later turned into a night of just me, him, and Kyle.

I don’t want to go into detail about saying bye to Pee-ann, but I had to go back to see her again, because 1. I forgot my Swatch, 2. I forgot my cardigan (yes, preppy, I know). In a rush, Pee-ann, while on the phone, scribbled down her email address, and phone number, cell and home(funny thing: she didn’t know her home number and had to look it up on her cell phone -____-). I think she was about to tear up if I didn’t leave for another 10 minutes.

Pee-dang (the director of pretty much everything of Sukhothai airport) picked me and Kyle up. We sat in a car with another prominent woman, who was…the head of the tourist association of Sukhothai (I have no fucking idea; just VIP). We arrived in Sukhothai’s new city to chill in the (only governmental [?]) tourist information office. Then we all hopped in Pee-dang’s Gold Honda CR-V (represent, represent!!), to head to Sukhothai Old City (historical). We got there early because though we’re considered ‘VIP,’ we still helped out. I FINALLY HAVE TONS OF PICTURES TO SHOW EVIDENCE. I helped make this crepe thing actually made out of sticky rice pressed flatly. I TRIED/ATTEMPTED to help stir-fry Padthai. I had A LOT to eat tonight, oh dear, how the hell am I supposed to lose weight in Thailand? It’s near… fucking impossible. Anyways, Pee-wu told me and Kyle to greet the incoming guests. Cheng chim: please eat. Cheng nang: please sit. And, the all-around phrase: sawatdee (ka, krub). Me and Kyle noticed that the younger generation didn’t really show respect, or they didn’t really greet you back with sawatdee; the older generation however (at least over 20) did it back so generously even if some of them were VIP—it was semi-culture shock for me and Kyle. I guess youngsters these days are REALLY apathetic to pretty much anything. Then, me and Kyle concluded that maybe they’re egotistical fucking asshole-like badminton players; though, there were some nice guys (and girls) too.

God, some kids were so hot. But, me and Kyle asked Pee-wu around how old they were so we wouldn’t seem like pedophiles; they were in secondary school (?), which I think it would be the last year before they head into college; oh god, so young -_____-.

Oh fuck. I forgot this guy’s name who works in the office with Ms. Chutima (Pee-poo)… I know he wants to practice English with me so bad, and I’m so willing to help, but it’s so awkward for me because I always want to say Pee-something haha.

After much greeting, eating, drinking (lemongrass water, and bale fruit water, no alcohol—THANK GOD), introduction of me and Kyle for being foreigners, the real show was about to start. Everyone headed to this ruined area, where a Buddha is still on display within this mini temple (kind of hard to explain without photos). There was a broadcaster telling us the story/history of Sukhothai (it is the first city of Thailand, nice fact). Of course me and Kyle just took pictures and weren’t really listening, knowing that we have no Thai experience at all -____-. The girls were so beautiful, and the guys were very handsome. We took photos with them later. Pee-wu was like “debbie!! Go take photo!” I was like “I’LL BE EVEN MORE UGLY WHEN I TAKE A PICTURE WITH THEM!!!” But, I did it anyways :).

It was nice night, though, parts of the time I was thinking, ‘if Pee-oii was here, she’d make everything hilarious with no reason.’

10.04pm: No one-Alicia Keys

I had a long talk with Pee-ann yesterday when we just chilled until 5.30pm came around. I don’t know if I mentioned this yesterday. But, we talked about pretty much a lot of things. I told her about my drama in easy terms; she understood everything which made me happy, and I had a sigh of relief. I know a lot of people have told me this, but she said “Debbie, it’s okay. Move on. You have your future ahead of you. Don’t look back.” Just coming from her, she’s considered an outsider; she doesn’t know anyone inside my drama circle; she’s simple, she’s kind, she’s mature. I really took that advice to heart, FINALLY. Move on, what’s the point. I’ll meet new people in the future; I have a long life ahead of me (I hope so at least)—wait, is that a good or bad thing first of all? :). Oh fuck, I miss her.  :(

Day 20 Sukhothai 7-11 run

Day 20

Sukhothai

9.28pm: Just got back from a late dinner, and a 7-11 trip. Bought 4 yogurt thingies, put it in the freezer, and 2 Jack N Jill branded chocolate wafer type things.

Today, I was in the catering kitchen all day, from 9am, to 5.30pm. Oh, god. I did a lot of things in there today. 1. I…what the hell did I do? Haha. I made hamburgers for the passengers, 2. I cut dough for this Thai dessert that will be boiled tomorrow and put in coconut milk, 3. I made cake :), 4. I made a cake roll of that cake I made, 5. cleaned up the kitchen, 6. I really don’t know what else I did. Just a busy busy day :)

Tomorrow, I’ll be heading to the catering kitchen today, because they need an extra hand :), and I’m so glad I can help around.

Joe the Plumber’s brother came by today, wanting to see me, but as soon as I got to the office,  he left with Pee-dang to go to this meeting thing. -______-, Joe’s family are all “go-with-the-flow” type, I’m assuming.

It was around 6.30pm when Pee-oii drived around to ask if me and Kyle wanted to go out. [Oh my fucking god, I can’t believe Pee-oii and Pee-ann are leaving to Bangkok tomorrow; I really don’t think I can handle it. But, I’ll be seeing them there, so… just 7 more days] We went out to this restaurant in town. Pee-oii needed a parking spot under some covers (it was POURING, hence ‘rainy season’), so Pee-ann got out of the car, and asked a DVD store’s owner to borrow their spot, which was a few shops away from the restaurant. Pee-oii…got stuck again. We were reliving the “under the stars” moment. But, the owner of the restaurant came to the rescue.

We all joked about how this is the second time Pee-oii has ended up in this situation, and how it only occurs with me and Kyle in the car. We’re bad luck I suppose :). The restaurant was  pretty nice, with a ton of mosquitoes (as usual I think). We ordered steak, prawns, french fries, a Thai dish, and a salad (all separate plates). It was very delish. And, I paid the bill—I FINALLY SNUCK A CHANCE TO PAY. What I did was, slid towards the back to the owner, and showed him my wallet and pointed to myself. It was all good from there :). AND, WTF. IT WAS ONLY 350 BAHT!!!! I… I shitted in my pants. Wtf, 350Baht= approx $10US, for a huge ass plate of STUFF. 5 plates worth. Omg, I was like wtf…..

ANYWAYS, we then headed to 7-11, made our nightly run (it’s like my typical Asia Café midnight run), and the clerks said I was “narak” apparently. It made me smile :)

And, now I’m back in my condo, enjoying some T.V. I haven’t been online all day, and I’ll be online for only a few minutes to check my email, and update my tumblr :). 

Day 19 Sukhothai Procrastination at Best

Day 19 

Sukhothai

8.36pm: Only a week left till Bangkok. I’m excited. Nothing really exciting happened today, and I don’t feel like typing all that much. Wow, I’m getting lazy.

My parents are coming in… 4 days. Joe the Plumber is coming in 3 days. Bangkok in 8 days. Yo, I’m so excited about going to Bangkok.

To do list:

  • Massage
  • Nightlife = clubs, bars, maybe a gay bar, strip club for gays, strip club for straights
  • Daytime Scenery= temples, cultural events, etc.
  • Beach = !!!
  • Food = duh. Or, more like, bird’s nest galore perhaps.
  • Shopping = a must. Bargaining as well.
  • Chilling with people = :)

I definitely need to do more research. I’ll have 5 days in Bangkok; we’ll see where the glories of the internet takes me these next few days for research.

8.40pm: Heartbreak Warfare- John Mayer.

I’m debating whether or not to write an abstract paragraph right now… I have time, tons of time.