Sunday.

Sitting here at the coffee stand, watching traffic go by. It is true what they say:: the congestion is particularly bad this time of year. I learned last night to always carry a scarf after two motorbike rides through the streets of Bangkok at various times of night. It was almost impossible to breathe.

I am still not 100% about the motorbike, but I’ve learned how to do it. It’s definitely not my preferred method of transportation, but I can manage it now. Three months ago, the thought of it still made me panic. Now, not so much, but still not my favourite method.

I went out with some friends last night for a so-called “Wild Farang Night Out.” It was just the three of us drinking with some old guy who has a big house. Then we went around the corner to get food and more beer at one of the few places that wasn’t closed for Election Day. Not exactly what you would call “legendary,” but fun nonetheless.

I asked them about the bar and they said they don’t go there anymore. They say it’s too much drama. There is also a third party on the line who says they do not go there because of the drama. They are right. There is a lot of drama.

One of my friends had been daydrinking already and was thus very obnoxious. It was almost like he was intentionally playing the worst version of himself for his Google spy camera glasses, which were very strange to hold in my own hands. I had to tell him several times to stop making sexual jokes at me, which he did not do. Zero boundaries. Very draining. It’s like he sucked out all of the good energy I had just spent the week accumulating and left me a hollow shell.

By the end of the night, my other friend was becoming weary of the act as well. I once again had a moment of clarity where I realized it truly doesn’t matter what any of these people think of me. Life goes on. I should surround myself with better people in the future.

Am I ready to go back to Hong Kong tomorrow? No, not really, lol. I like the relaxing lifestyle here in Bangkok. But as I’ve said, it does tend to bring out some of my less desirable qualities. Hong Kong pushes me more to be better and succeed, or else you will end up homeless, kind of like I am right now…

*face palm*

Well, I have to make it work, somehow.

Do I have any idea what I’m doing? No! Not a clue! But somehow I am going to make it work!

Okay, let’s go, Hong Kong. Round 3: Year of the Fire Horse. Third time’s a charm. I’m willing to take a bet on this race today!

Or maybe I will just go back to sleep in the magical cloud bed and continue running around with all the riff raff, collecting stories about my escapades at the Mos Eisley Cantina.

Starting Month 9 at SEA… Can you believe I’ve come this far?

My dad would be so proud. Yoga Teacher Trainings in India and Bali. Luxury hotel stays in the Middle East. Living in Bangkok and Hong Kong. Traveling through 10 different countries. Writing stories about the crazy characters I meet through it all. I know he would be very proud of me indeed.

Now, if only I had some sort of idea of what the hell I’m actually doing…