home sweet home

home sweet home

New place.

-Yoga Room with classes
-Jacuzzi Pool
-24 hour concierge
-Fully furnished with a 30 inch TV on the wall waiting for me when I get home. I just need a freaking HDMI to catch up on The Walking Dead (my little piece of nostalgia…Sweet Georgia)

oh yea, and it’s only $270 a month.



Note: This has nothing to do with Thailand & everything to do with Thailand at the same time. If you understand what I mean by that, that’s cool. If you don’t understand, then that’s cool too.

Anyway — sometimes, I get caught up on the meaning I prescribe to things. I don’t believe in coincidences. I believe that every happens for a reason. No exceptions. There’s a lesson to be learned in everything and an effect to be had. I just have to learn to stay true to myself even when other people don’t see the relevance or existence of these meanings. And if they don’t see it, then maybe its not their time to. Maybe its my little secret with the universe for that moment. Hell, there’s even a reason for them not seeing a reason. Daaayyummm. I just answered my question without having to blog any further. Ha.

trippy thoughts

People in Thailand think in Thai — and they dream in Thai, too. I’m kinda bummed that I’ve never had a dream in Spanish. Dream gods, please take me to that special place! I wanna dream in another language.

And the animals… if they are trained, they understand more Thai than I do.

In Thailand, its the year 2556 because Buddha is older than Jesus. Lol. (and Thailand is older than America)

My homegirl’s birthday is over where I am, but where she is, it’s still her birthday. Time itself isn’t exactly timeless.

But no matter the time zone, seconds never change. They’re universal.

And smiles and tears are universal too. Everyone knows what they mean. No exceptions. They’re the first forms of communication. Nobody teaches us that.

There is occupied land that doesn’t have a sewage system or paved roads, but there is indeed high speed internet.

I can call my grandma’s land-line from my laptop from anywhere in the world — for FREE. Wait, whaaaat? I remember back in ’96; my uncle could only afford to send postcards from Sweden.