Organised Chaos.

It was my first experience seeing Air Asia super punctual.

I took 10 sachets of Chilly Sauce from the departure hall cafe with me. I know Lina and Poncho will appreciate it later.

All the controversial stories about Suvarna Bhumi Airport killed my curiosity. But the name is so beautiful - The Land of Gold.

From the moment I landed, the feeling is just the same as my trip to Yangon and Phuket. I reached a place that magnifies their belief, one will instantly acknowledge who their ruler and what their official religion is.

Least that I knew, all of us would get on a hi every minute we were there. Not on their non stop porn - but many other things which are more naked.

I love the morning scenes, everyone's on their feet, everyone's with their own purpose of life

.... pushing their 'Som Tam' cart, then frying the fish, chicken and cut up the veges, just to sell Som Tam day in, day out.

.... frying grasshoppers, ciccadas and queen termites, inhale their rokok daun the whole day

.... pouncing and doughing their customers feet and body non-stop sometimes from 9am to 11pm

.... driving the cab and tuk-tuk on high traffic areas without a hint of angst

.... it's a pious Buddhist country, but mosques are also prominent structures

Everything I whine about in my blog all these months are answered ....

.... we were served with real plates and fork and spoon in the fast food restaurant. They'd still wash the plates.

.... they don't serve soft drinks in plastic bottles, good old days seeing restaurateurs cracking bottle caps off Coke bottles. They'd reduce wastes.

.... no kapchai on the road! You can make a U-Turn in the middle of the busy highway and it is not against the law. And no one would even stare cock at you.

.... everyone tries to differentiate their businesses. Visit Chatuchak and you know what I mean. They'll differentiate by making the things they sell themselves. One young man was juggling and balancing football under the rain with a donation can that says, "I am a talented footballer, help me buy better boots and eat nutritious food so I can contribute back to my country". It doesn't matter if it's not for real, but for doing that the whole day, it's too much lying for a few measly cents.

Poncho's friend, Mr. Prasanth, who is 52 years old waited at our hotel at 8am on our second day to take us out to do all the touristy things -- to walk 5 hours in the hot sun with us so that we see all of the palace, the temple, the Chulalongkorn's teak palace.

.... if he comes to Malaysia, where do I bring him???? Our Petaling Street doesn't denote my country's official religion and everything in it are not made in Malaysia, all the fruits are from Thailand. We only have our mosques to show our religion, maybe Putrajaya's. But it doesn't show our ethinicity. Oh.... please don't mention The Beach, The Beach, The Beach again! No, not the smelly, dark, empty muzium. Do I have to go to the extent of driving him to Melaka, to see Portuguese stuff without going to Portugal? Or do I have to fly together with him to Sarawak to show him Orang Iban or bring him to Perhentian to see half dead corals to compensate it all? Oh, no. I'm not going to bring him to Mid Valley, One Utama, Sunway Piramid, there's nothing in there!

I think...... I better find out more about Kelantan and Trengganu from Saiful Nang, so I can be a better informer about my country and its identity. Tell me I'm wrong!