I’ve said this before; Bangkok is such a diverse and charming city. From the neighborhoods of gulping sewage and empty taxi cabs, to the boutique class of tree-lined mansions and unused supercars, Bangkok can be as different as Bush and Osama in class. The streets mix the exotic with the westernized, the local with the imported, promotion of Thai culture mixed with Coca Cola adds. You can see at least 2 Malls from practically any given spot, and the Skytrain and Subway purr around you, even though I prefer the boats on the klongs (canals) and tuk tusk (3 wheel taxis) and all the exhilaration that implies. The traffic is as unbearable as the heat, and on weekends even the puddles join the throngs who escape the city for something more scenic.

Yes, I love Bangkok with all my heart, and it will always be home and I will never bore at the site of it.

But sometimes I do, like yesterday - and If you were in my position I don’t think you would blame me - I simply saw nothing, nothing but my watch, and stared at nothing but the red lights, hoping the intensity of my stare would change them. I had been waiting for this all week.

And on arrival I saw little of the crowd surrounding me, I was too focused on someone else. I know that it's wrong to ignore others, but in truth I live for the times when I see her. I wait and wait and enjoy a few hours and then it begins again, another week of waiting. But you see, I simply can’t help it.

So sorry anyone if I didn’t pay attention when you were talking to me. I’m sorry if I was weird, or simply not really there, or ignored you. I’m sorry and hope you understand I did think you were a great crowd and will miss you when the chances end for me to go to fellowships. I just ... erm, love her.

And for now I go back to noticing the beauty of Bangkok ... till next week.