Sometimes when I'm home, I feel a little stressed up having to start clearing bills, do the chores, getting nagged by parents. When moments like that happens, I turn to my iPhoto library and look through the old photos of Thailand.
My final moments with my room. I have a strong bond with my room. It taught me values and show a side of me that I've never seen before or ever thought possible. Leaving it was hard.
I used to put my coins and kettle there.
Fated to have this number.
The final rent payment.
The lady on my right was my housekeeper. She couldn't speak much English. We had a tough time trying to understand each other in the very beginning.
Living the life of a rock and roll star. Everything just chuck into the trolley and we're on our way to my new condo! Free! Courtesy of my Thai friend, Woo.
My balcony view at night.
The greatest morning view ever.
My friend. He just stands there. He doesn't eat too. He just like to dress cool.
To the hospital the next day. Why?
Check my toes. One of these toes ain't looking right.
Yup, the doctor said it's not a fracture nor is it broken. So what is it?! He said I don't have to straighten it because no one will see my toes. BUT I WANT TO SEE MY TOES STRAIGHT MAN!!! It's bloody challening when you are in a foriegn land and wish to seek medical attention. Nobody can understand simple English.
Trying to set off my life on the right foot. There are still so many stuff to blog about from Thailand but most of my time is spent on music.
Shall blog about Chinatown tomorrow. For now, I miss my old room. By the way, in Singapore, I sleep in the living room with a sleeping bag.
jamiel
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