We’ve, or just I more like, finally started looking for accommodation for the coming Bangkok trip.




The trip that’s in August, which we booked flights for in February.
Hur hur…


The airfare was really such a great deal/steal okay…



Sooo…
It’s down to Arnoma (near Siam area; closer to Chitlom), Asia (super super convenient and cheap but it’s starting to look more and more dank and old) and Somerset Lake Point (which is so pretty! But location wise is only so so).




Just waiting for the rest (actually just 1) to gimme their input so the booking can commence!







Can’t abso-wait for the trip.
Really.
(:





And no,
it’s not wait for trip to be over and Sayonara Senorita.


Stop paranoi-ing.



I feel like I’m becoming more and more blasé.
Am i?

The problem is this --- I don’t know what I wanna do.
And all I do is keep telling myself, “just go with the flow.”


But there’s only so much flow I can go with, yo.



I’m beginning to detest weekends.

I mean … I still like them cos they mean a break from work. Most times.
(Foresee me slave-driving myself this weekend)



I just detest them cos that’s when I don’t see the other.
And we don’t seem to do much weekend planning.



Cos mostly it’s me who’s free and it don’t swing both ways like that. And we don’t ask “…what are your plans for the weekend…” much either. Used to… but it died a slow death I guess. Heh heh…
You know… Cos personal space is appreciated?




So then it’s the waiting for the work week to begin again.


That’s just crazy, yo.
To be eager to wait for the work week to start I mean.



So yes.
That’s why I’m slowly loathing weekends.
Tragic, but true.