A normal day, a dinner with friend, a glass of old-fashioned under the shining light and darkness at a labyrinth twisted into a pirate ship with a strange name of Ironballs, and the turn of the event…that sprinkling rain and that chance taking away your old pink hairdryer from you because you did not want to take it with you. I held it tight, under the rain, running on the dark street with no one on. I did not encounter any strange persons in the corner, I only laughed, so hard…that I hurt my stomach. My night under the rain carrying a pink hairdryer; it could have been more fantasysque. It was not. I don’t bother.
The mackerel girl and the bacon boys never intend to meet one another...but they finally did
Here is the Emperor of Lime...
The ballet tattoo. Your signature. Simple, unfinished lines almost made me chuckled. Yet, it draws me most.
Innocence. I had a problem grasping the idea of preserving the innocence when I first read The Catcher in the Rye...
Complex relationship with Fire Exit
When In Thailand: How Many Types of Thai Noodles are There? Pt 1: Small
The Eating Adventure: Bangkok Edition - Duck Noodles in Bang Sue
Pleasant mixture of relaxed patrons and busy baristas. Glad to find a local roastery after running out of my travel stash of beans.