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Thank you and goodbye!
Guru, Sumati Sivasiamphai, Published on 29/05/2015
» Perhaps I would simply string together a bunch of random words, because who really cares? Tally juniper owns pumpkin sneaks froong-fring cats sneak milk, amirite?!
To that one vehicle responsible for all the traffic:
Guru, Sumati Sivasiamphai, Published on 01/05/2015
» Hey dude! Yes, you over there. How are you doing today? Actually wait, I don't want my tone to convey that I'm in any way trying to be friendly with you. In fact, I quite despise you and I'll be sure to shoot you an evil stare when we cross paths.
Promotion
Guru, Sumati Sivasiamphai, Published on 13/02/2015
» Who is getting special treatment at Suvarnabhumi and Phuket airports throughout the month of Feb?
Missing: Thainess… If found, please return to TAT
Guru, Sumati Sivasiamphai, Published on 16/01/2015
» Good golly folks, I don’t know what’s come over me! Suddenly I’ve found myself partaking in peculiar behaviours like watching baseball, eating hamburgers, shunning shopping malls, being on time, and patiently waiting for my turn in line! It’s as if some alien form has possessed me…
Full-body helmets
Guru, Sumati Sivasiamphai, Published on 09/01/2015
» If you've spent a lot of time in Bangkok, there are some sights that probably don't faze you anymore. Street vendors selling fried insects, ladyboys that are prettier than actual women, traffic jams stretching as far as the eye can see, people putting ice cubes in their beer/wine, multiple 7-Eleven stores in every soi, selfies being snapped in public restrooms…
Finding a Traf-Fix
Guru, Sumati Sivasiamphai, Published on 18/10/2013
» This is the point where I imagine you feign horror and dramatically ask, "But why, oh Buddha, why?!", while you clutch your forehead in your hands. Yes, I like to think I have the ability to inspire such passionate reactions in my dear readers (but in reality, we all know I'm just setting up this column to sound more interesting than it actually is).
Save my soi!
Guru, Sumati Sivasiamphai, Published on 06/08/2012
» Dear readers, I know you probably assume that I live in a fancy beachfront mansion that I finagled out of the messy divorce settlement from my fourth husband. I'm sure you also imagine that I'm transported around via the private jet that I conned my second husband into giving me. I mean, how else am I supposed to live on the pittance I make as a journalist unless I use successful men for their money?