That’s what i thought i looked like at the Suvarnabhumi airport this morning.
I stayed up all night editing pictures and cleaning up an advertorial,
caught a taxi at 6am to go to the airport,
passed out in the plane to the extent i didn’t even drink water,
and when i was standing for my first ten minutes in Bangkok;
I somehow managed to punch myself in the face.
I was in the midst of hoisting my new Nike Monica bag up (with laptop inside),
lost grip of the bag handles,
and punched my own nose with the same force i meant to lift bag.
I stood there very still,
pretending like nothing happened (:p)
while waiting for the numbing pain to cease.
After a while,
i saw a dark spot from the corner of my eye,
and realised i was bleeding on the nose.
So yes, i felt like a deranged person,
standing outside the airport trying to book a taxi,
bleeding from the face,
while holding a bright orange hula hoop.
Reached the hotel fine,
and it’s gorgeous.
I have a magnificent view of the Bangkok city skyline as i type this,
Thai music is playing on Channel V,
there’s a huge park right outside the building,
and my only decision for this afternoon is whether to:
1. fall asleep on the bed here
2. fall asleep by the pool downstairs
I went for lunch with QueenKanch and her colleagues,
and think i was culture shocked into silence.
Before i met them, i was quietly waiting outside the lift area,
and around 10 people came out.
I could feel at them staring at my red mohawk, shredded leggings, etc.
Which i’m used to getting from people.
Just that the feeling is magnified when i’m in a small space
with ten pairs of corporate eyes trying not to stare. 0_o
I think the way they stare at me,
is also in the same disbelief i study them.
Their hair..! Almost all the same…
The clothes… no colour/pattern/texture… gasp why!
Then i felt a bit of MaintainMing bubbling thoughts in me,
of how i wanted to style this person this way,
thread this person’s eyebrows,
change this person’s haircut.
(OH MING SEE WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO ME)
Anyway, it just goes to show that…
different people might stare at my friends and i in a certain way cos of the way we dress + look…
but you never know when we study you back too!
All’s fair in love and self expression.