One of the many things I love about Bangkok is the diversity. This city can be very “in your face” about a lot of things and the amazing assortment of people is one of them.
They say that if you want a really expensive bag you should wait. Well how long are you supposed to wait? If it’s been about a year do you finally deserve to get that purse? In the case of this specific bag, well it’s not even a bag, this BACKPACK of dreams, I’ve been waiting for at least 12 months. However, I am going to have to wait at least 12 more. Unfortunately, the waiting a year rule only applies if you actually have the money to buy the item when the time is up. Fail.
One of the many great things about Bangkok are the pools. I couldn’t even begin to count the number of jaw dropping pools I have seen in this city. Whether you want a rooftop, a pool bar, a pool party, an infinity pool, a water slide, a cabana, or a simulated surfing machine – basically any pool you can think of is in Bangkok. For this reason, I need a hell of a lot of bikinis.
Recently, I have grown to love online shopping. There’s nothing better than being able to buy stuff, sitting in your pajamas, eating Haagen-Daaz, getting ready for sometime next week when you’re planning on actually looking cute. It’s basically a perfect friday night.
I’ve never really been into jewelry. Don’t get me wrong, I love to accessorize, but jewelry is typically my last resort for creating that perfect outfit. When it comes to statement accessories, I tend to draw the line at bags and sunglasses. It’s is actually rather boring. I need to loosen up.
Here’s why I am the way I am. Rings are uncomfortable and when my hands sweat it gets even weirder. Necklaces are great if they’re dainty, when they’re big I feel strangled. Bracelets are perfect on the hand I don’t write with and they definitely can’t jingle. These are my jewelry rules.
For a so-called fashion lover like myself, these self inflicted regulations are all kinds of wrong. Comfort is key to an extent, but who cares if your wrist makes a little sound? Won’t it only draw attention to that beautiful set of bangles? Isn’t that the point?
This brings us to the core of the issue at hand.
I love Sunday. Not because I can sleep in, be lazy and do nothing; although that is amazing. I love Sunday because it’s the one day out of the week when I can wear what-e-v-e-r the hell I want.
There’s nothing like the marketing of municipal governments to make you roll your eyes. The city where I grew up was coined “The Energetic City” yet the fast food drive through windows had longer lines than anywhere else I’ve ever been (Fort St. John, I love you anyways).
In Bangkok, the BTS has dubbed it “The City of Life”. Given that whatever the skytrain system says is always a fact, this must be true and in my opinion, it is. Now I’m not sure what Bangkok is referred to in Thai, aside from “Maha Nakhon”, but it is most definitely full of life. At times it is overwhelming. Imagine Kid Cudi rapping “Day N’ Night” in his drool worthy voice; this city is alive day and night.
The further we get into March, the closer we get to April and that means it’s hot season. I don’t know about you, but I grew up in the arctic (Canada) which means my biology isn’t conducive to this sun blasting. If you are like me, a cold weather creature, instead of resorting to alcohol abuse or running back to your motherland, how about trying this hot weather survival guide.
Photo by Violetta Egorova
There’s something truly magical about growing up. Cue my mom rolling her eyes given that I’m only 22. But it’s true, the older you get the closer you become to being comfortable with yourself.
I’ve been a lot of different people in my short life: athlete, intellect, bar star, drag queen (wannabe), mean girl, businesswoman (wannabe) — you name it, I’ve been it. However, the more times I change the closer I get to being me.