Evening with Marsala Tea,Inhaling the breeze of a Saturday evening,Gazing at the dancing coconut trees amidst the literally most tree-concentrated area on the side of Thonglor train, Dancing with the soft kiss of spices and fresh air, Sunbathing in the last golden rays of the day, Spying on a neighbors’ houses and windows, Laughing at a black and a white dogs far away, Stumbling on a naked smoker on the floor below, Wandering in thoughts…Smiling at one’s own silhouette-before remembering to hang the wet clothes
Night: Armed the night with a cup of strangely carbonated lemonade mixed with Ouzo, Seeping a self into the flavor of anise and a prime view of the street, Following every little flashing red lights on the the tall buildings of the city wondering if a plane would still crash them, Counting the numbers of the red LEDs hopelessly and forgetting any numbers after ten, Admiring all the ugly tall buildings with funny lighting, Spying (again) on the neighbors wondering what people are doing behind the lit doors and windows, Being amazed with the black mass of the treetops and the birds that still flies in the night sky, Accounting tales of strange encounters and dreams, Smiling at the blank black sky with no stars-before remembering that a human should at least sleep.
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...
I could still remember the fragrance of last night imprinted deep in my memory
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.