First day back at home in BKK, and I do not have the energy or the mood to do ANYTHING.
The minute I stepped off the plane, a heat wave slapped me so hard I almost stopped breathing. The new airport is so... industrial looking, and sorry to say---it looks like a freakin' space cadet center you'd see outta the Jetson's or something. Did I mention, the new airport is also in the middle of fucking NOWHERE Bangkok? I swear... wtf was that stupid, money-grubbing, ego-centric piece of shit thinking when he proposed this? Motherfucker.
So I walk into my place at 2am this morning, and everything was just so fucking dusty and dirty that I had to revert to Plan B--go to daddy's house. I rang the doorbell to my house, and some new kids were screaming and yelling at me to go away. Like... umm I fucking live here. It took about 30 minutes of screaming and yelling in 3 languages to get someone that knew me to come out. Fucking aye. WHY do I feel like my old self is slowly coming back? I don't want to be a bitch... I did so well living in Seattle for the past two years. I'm so nice... girl scouts honor.
My dad's housekeeper and old nanny, Pa Wieng, called me fat and asked me what I was eating in America.
translated from Thai---
pa wieng: honey, you're so fat... you look like you gained 20 kg
me: i gained 30 kg
pa wieng: oh my god, what are they feeding you? stop eating honey.
me: i like food ni ka 
pa wieng: my neice goes to a gym, maybe you should go too... how long are you staying? i'm going to boil vegetables for you to eat from now on
me: am i really THAT fat?
pa wieng: *taking out old pictures
me: ok... maybe just a little ka
The worst thing about being in Thailand? Coming home to a closet full of haute couture clothes I can't fit into anymore. One of my girlfriends came over earlier this morning, and asked if she could have some of my clothes because I can't wear them anymore. WTF?! I'm making it my life's chore to going back to my normal weight of 55kg... even if it means eating only rice and beans everyday. Fuck, I'm going hysterical...
I'm supposed to meet up with people tonight in Ekamai. How will I get there when... I have a suspended driver's license, no access keys to the cars in the garage, the driver on holiday for the next week, and I don't do Thai taxis. Pick me up someone...
My two week schedule:
This weekend: Going to Lopburi for my cousin's monkhood ceremony... anyone wanna go with?
Upcoming week---
Mon, Tues: Ayutthaya -- visiting the grands. sightseeing of the Ancient City, and shopping
Wed: Shopping, Grand Palace, Night @ Q Bar's Ladies Night
Thurs: Silpakorn Uni and Chitlada School to visit old teachers;
Fri:
Next weekend: Sukothai---visiting an uncle at a monastery who is now a monk; Chatuchak Market--- finding bargains in the hot ass motherfucking son
Next week: Hua Hin 
Dude... who else lives in the Sukhumvit area? Come out and play PS2 with me... I'm so bored.
All bitching aside, the best thing about coming home? Knowing my daddy loves me very much and didn't really sell my baby 
