Four days away from my city seems too short. Harden feelings were neglected at the wee hours of the Bangkok city. Cash transactions and pouring heat, Bangkok seems a perfect place to escape. I was dumbfound, so is the city. The language and culture I yet to comprehend, I prefer my hidden sanctuary. The four days away in the haunted city, filled with pink cabs, cheap fabrics, dolly schoolgirls and iced coffee.

Conflicts and beers, I had both. You learned best when you have no help, ignorance and stubbornness – I fought with myself. Cheap bargains and unbeatable price, I lost my war. Four days in Bangkok, I lost my will to fight. I gave in and paid a heavy price. Broken, I am.

Departed, I have. I will be back and continue my war.

3 pairs of heels
2 handbags
A pair of torn jeans
Blazer for work
3 sets of kinky costumes
2 Cheongsams for Chinese New Year
3 pairs of leggings
3 belts
7 shorts
3 skirts
One maxi dress
10 dresses
2 boyfriend shirts
7 jumpsuits
33 tops
6 boy shirts
10 pairs of eyelashes

Beats me how much shopping I did in the 4 days trip.