I’m in Thailand and the worst thing that can possibly happen to a person has happened to me.
Bedlam. I’m experiencing bedlam.
My Mother found my blog!
She posted a comment on my Pearl Harbor post and signed it with “Ma.”
She claims to have searched my name on the Internet and that’s how she found it.
Impossible! My name is nowhere to be found here except for the Melanie part and since I stopped blogging all the time, it’s rare I pop up on search engines AND WordPress tells me what search terms were used to find my blog and my full name was never one of them.
Which means my own mother is lying to me.
Ever since my blog started getting personal, I stopped sharing it with people. It’s not worth it. A few of my closest friends still don’t know of its existence.
And now of all people, my Mom found it. She wants me to delete it.
And so I did what every normal sophisticated blogger would do if in my situation and told her I’ll die here in Thailand if she continues to read it.
“I have a bad feeling that if you continue reading it, I’ll die here in Thailand. I’m not going to make it home.”
Childish? Absolutely. But I asked her repeatedly to stop reading it and she kept responding with “no, it’s right here on my computer.”
I had no choice but to play dirty and use her superstitious fears against her.
Son of a bitch though, right? I’m dying to go home to see exactly what she’s talking about with my name being in the search engines. There’s no way.
I don’t want her reading it but what I’m more upset about is that someone told her about it. Who would do that?
Okay well, if someone has a personal vendetta against me I think that’s pretty much the worst they can do. If that doesn’t satiate their thirst for revenge, negative reviews for my business will be next.
Negative reviews would be the worst possible thing they can do to me.
It’s only Wednesday and my business already made over $400 this week and we sold 2 more memberships. I should go away more often.
I’m here in Bangkok. I arrived the night before yesterday. Yesterday all I did was lay around ordering room service and napping. It was spectacular.
Today I ventured the streets toting my hefty guide book in hand. Sweat rolling down my back and my eyes squinting in the sun because I forgot my sunglasses at home. It was hot. And I was sticky from letting an ice pop melt all down my arm.
I met a friendly thai man who hailed me a tuk tuk and he told the driver to take me to several different places for the low price of 60 baht. The guy was a complete stranger off the street. And I was like, sure, why not? I literally had no idea what to do or where to go. I somehow always end up meeting helpful people whenever I travel. It’s weird but true.
Truthfully, I can’t wait until Brianna gets here.
I want to check out this big shopping plaza tomorrow but it’s a pain in the ass to get to. My hotel is near the grand palace and a few other cool sites, but I’m far from the subway, sky train and bus routes. I’m not in a central location. It makes me not want to go out.
Alas, I can’t stay here all day. Although I love it here in my hotel…I love the room service and the universal TV channel and the friendly lady boy behind the front desk. He’s so pretty.
I’m going to save the grand palace and boat tour for when Brianna gets here and tomorrow I’ll check out the shopping plaza. There’s a movie theatre playing Exodus there. I’ll manage just fine on my own.
Unless if my mom breaks her promise and reads my blog again, I’ll most likely die from malaria.
Yes, a horrible feeling I have. Something bad will happen to me if she continues to read it.