what i love and laugh about in thailand.
How everyone thinks my name is Bank.
How i love to have to hide the fresh fruits away before its been distributed to every tom dick and harry.
How i love being told the same thing about 20 times just to make sure i understood the first time.
How i love being told its either hot or cold all day.
How everyone thinks i should buy this or that.
How i have to tell all on a constant basis to close the door or the gate.
How i love the whats yours is mine attitude.
How i love the PYB every morning playing the same droning music that wakes me up.
How i love paying for everyone elses family to get married die or there son becoming a monk.
how i love being told i'm a cheap charlie just because i think its not good to give or buy something i not want.