It's August, so of course it's hot. You gotta bear it and get on with your life, baring helps too, if you aren't afraid of tan lines.
It's a holiday, for heavens sake. There's no option to stay cooped up in a hotel room and restrict your movements to only sticking your head out in the night, and even then it's balmy.
You gotta frolic, be hither and tither, out and about. Soak in the sun and everything that your surroundings have to offer.
See things, walk a bit, click pics, instead of making a beeline to every shade, shadow and shelter..chiming the same bloody mantra 'I will become black.'.
So what? It's just a tan, it'll go away.
Become black for once, who the fuck cares.
Even dearest friends can be a pain in the asses and annoying to the core.
'Would you like to eat this?'
-no
'Would you like to drink this?'
-no
This?
-no
'That?'
-no
-I'm afraid I don't like this taste. This smells so funny. This doesn't look good. It's too strange. I never tasted something like this before
Of course you didn't, that's why it's another country where you get to be a part of a different life, heritage, culture, people, food, language, values.
If you wanted everything to be same and had to say 'No' to everything, then why pray did you travel all the way to another country, when you could've just as well stayed in the familiar sameness and said 'no' in your motherland.
No Thai boxing (I'm a sad panda) but ok to Thai dancing. Thank heavens.
So yeah Thai dance it is tonight.
Disclaimer: this is just a rant. I love my darling friend to bits.
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