After some days in Bangkok,
And now I am back,
On the tiny but powerful dot.

The past week has been filled,
With too much stories.

Before leaving Sweden -
A small present from Cat,
Hidden under my blanket,
Found with blurry eyes at 3am,
Hit a very soft spot in me.

Leaving Bangkok -
Taxi driver who drove away,
With my luggage in his carboot.
Session the tourist police,
Driver coming back with my stuff
But demanding for money for his time spent.
Nearly not arriving in Singapore,
But finally allocated a seat on later flight...

World Cup England vs Portugal match,
With R + FY at HV,
Turned out more dramatic than expected.
Drunk Uncle beside us,
Smashing a mug then 3 bottles,
Right onto the floor in front of our feet,
Then throwing down his Malaysian passport,
Before going to 'settle things outside',
With the kopitiam boss who knocked him down.

With penalty kicks starting,
A small black car drove into the taxi,
Parked beside the kopitiam.
Burning rubber smell and shock.
Mr Drunk Malaysian was the culprit.
Reverse and drive into taxi 2 more times.
Portugal wins on penalty.

When can I get some peace and space,
To settle down to do my thesis?

And...
I feel so bad about Brasil. :[