Thailand sucked.

Know what's the most ridiculous part about Thailand?

I CAN'T FIT INTO ANY OF THE JEANS THERE. Levis, for instance, carry up till a 31. And yes, I know that 31 is rather huge here. And I wear a 28 (omg i cannot believe i'm shamelessly sharing my jean-size... but who cares, you all know I'll never be small) but apparently over there, their size 31 is like a 27!!! And that is their largest. I can't even get it past my ginormous baby-bearing but very flat hips.

I swear by the time i visited the 7th store, I wanted to shove SAWADEEKAH up their fucking tiny asses.

Just kill me now. I'm like a Big Mac in Thailand. And the rest of them are like the mini, improvised chicken nuggets that you get here (yes, i swear mackers cut down the portion of my fav nuggets)

Best part ever? I gained 2kg, cause I was overly depressed. See, I could only fit food into me. And food's the only thing that fit me over there.

This, functional? Dysfunctional

Lost my penchant for blogging. I lack opinions. I lack sarcasm and my entries are lacklustre.

I want to sneak out now. And do everything I'm not supposed to. Missing them rides past midnight with you people.

I know that school just started... but I'm already planning (or rather, daydreaming) my next holiday. This time with friends, hopefully. Redang? Phuket? Bali? Or let's scrimp and save... and tour Europe on a strict budget!

If I can't get anybody to come with, I'll go alone, get mugged and come back with lots of stories to tell.

Love how Europe has super long days in the summer. Like a spell that keeps you awake even when it's already late.

The thing I enjoy most about holidays is the feeling of falling asleep on an unknown bed, in a curious land.

Because waking up the next day is an experience all by itself.

I feel like there are no limits as to what can happen. Fall in love, break a leg, crash into a signpost, catch a falling star... absolutely anything! Like your soul is completely free and innocent, devoid of sins and earthly baggage. There I go again. Living in temporary highs.

Thinking about the rush I get, waking up in a different city has a very calming effect. Helps me get through nights like these... nights when I dearly miss every single thing I've lost.

The blackest night will fall and I will be gone like the sun. But in the darkness, you will find something more important than me. You will find yourself, deep in that ink. The sky will lift you up like the moon, to bring light to a landscape starved of it. And I will chase you and you will chase me, in the hope that one day we will find each other again.

And when that day comes, we will cast our light.

Together.

- pleasefindthis

Goodnight now.