Sparta.

Just came back from Thailand.

Though it is always tiring, but it’s always enjoyable to go.

There’s always a agenda there. To make clothes, to shop for clothes, to buy clothes. Live and breathe, clothes, clothes and more clothes. So imagine the kilos we have to carry back. You can’t imagine. You just cannot imagine the strength to keep going for clothes. You will keep going until the legs has a life of its own. They won’t stop though you have aching calves that is begging you to stop.

Human and their obsession. Mind over body.

The next time I go thailand. I will go and eat in a nice place. This is a promise to myself. We can achieve. We can achieve. Count on me, Thailand.  With people like me, whom frequent Thailand like my second home ( my mum thought I run a brothel there) your economy will BOOMZ like Ris Low.

Till then. See you MBK. I will be back with a vengance.