Boo Boo

The Boo-Boo doll so lived up to her name.

I had forgotten to turn my 'Do Not Disturb' sign off outside the door this morning, and I returned to an unmade hotel room in the evening.

Good thing I'm not that messy a girl, there are still some fresh towels left unused, and I had remembered to leave my room service tray outside my room before I slept last night.

Oh, but there is no replenished water. Well, good thing I had good sense to buy a big bottle of mineral water last night.


I am having room service again tonight. I don't have company tonight; my guest has left for home in the afternoon.

Fried beef kuey teow, cooked Thai-style. And a bowl of shrimp wanton soup.

Mmm... room service food never tasted so good. You can never go wrong with Thai food - served anywhere in Thailand.


I ended up working in the office, and not going on another round of retail tour today.

All because of the unexpected pouring rain in the afternoon.

It was a good thing anyway. The massage parlor I frequent is just across the road from the office.

I have made plans - foot massages or perhaps a Thai massage for the next couple of days. Then I realized I might not have enough Thai baht. Good thing (again) I had some Singapore dollars in my wallet, and there is a money-changer right next door to the office.

Twenty bucks should buy me a couple of massage sessions.

Yes, it is that cheap here in Bangkok.


The hour-long foot massage was good. I thought it did me more satisfaction than the aromatherapy body massage last night.

I like touch therapy on my feet. To a point where I am starting to suspect I get a sense of erotic pleasure when my feet are touched.

Ok, not that I got an orgasm from the foot massage, but you know what I mean. I hope.

I would love a man to touch my feet. Not many people would relish the idea of touching others' feet. And not many people know how to, even if they wanted to.

I know I love to, and I think I know how to.

But now, I don't really think I'd ever touch anyone else's feet. Not anymore. No one really deserves my touch.


I ended up taking a long walk after my foot massage. All because of the long traffic jam and the lack of empty taxis.

Waste money.


I got into a cab eventually - after walking a long distance and getting distracted at Boots again.

And I think I got cheated. The cab fare cost a flat 100 baht, when I'm pretty sure it would have cost me not more than 40 baht if the meter had run instead.

But I was eager to get back to the room and the cabby seemed friendly enough.

Anyway, 100 baht works out to be only less than 5 bucks.

Let's just assume he's got five kids to feed back home.


I need to deep-cleanse and detox my wallet.

It's getting too fat.