The mental ward was painted in pastel white and green, the cleanliest part in the busy hospital. The couches were upholstered in misty earth-tone faux leather and everything in the waiting room was carefully selected for its ostentatious, almost fake, simplicity. The pictures hung on the walls were straightforward—the painting of a hut in a green field is a hut in a green field. There … Continue reading Finding Myself from a Bangkok Mental Hospital
How my life became a derailed train after I tried a lucky colour chart. Continue reading The Lucky Colour
The man was unexpectedly handsome, or rather, ‘cute’ because of his sweet look resembled one of the K-Pop stars. He looked better in real life than the picture he put in his profile. The man who could have gone for a much better opportunity—represented a brand or appeared in an advertorial page of a magazine, not driving in a tiny Honda car. He was my Uber driver.
Bangkok traffic is so bad that a couple of times a month I come across the news about a woman giving birth in a taxi on a tollway. I know somebody should have done something to fix the traffic conditions in Bangkok, when almost every time after the plane I took lands I kinda expect to see another baby-born-on-the-road short notification splashing onto my iPhone … Continue reading Highway Baby
What intended to be a holiday fling should stay a holiday fling. One thing I learned from trying to reconcile with a hard-to-please French girl who travels. Continue reading Trainwreck
Dealing with fading friendships in my mid-twenties. Continue reading Friends on a Budget
A series of my stay-at-home adventures. Continue reading The End of my Airbnb
A discovery of what drives a person to become a hedonist. From my search for a famous Norwegian crime-fiction writer on my hideaway beach in Southern Thailand. Continue reading The Mystery Section