why wy?

michael douglas (ahem, his hands don't match his face)
wong kar wai (tall and aloof)
christopher doyle (he never looks sober even when he is)
joel schumacher (ageing hippy)
miranda richardson (charming)
jeremy irons (very brit)
gerard butler (incredibly better looking in real life)
bai ling again and again (very skinny but luminous eyes)
the ong bak actor Phanna Rithikrai (quite beefy)
jean claude van damme (wears glasses, geeky, not at all like an action movie guy)
bond baddie rick yune (cute in a korean way, swimmer bod)
very very pretty thai actresses/models/hosts that make you question your own gene pool

i think that cameras, in addition to making you look fat, also make you look short. Many celebs are a lot taller than i thought they would be.

And there are alot of beautiful, well dressed people in the bangkok clubs, some of them - gasp - journalists. Trust me, they are a rare breed in singapore, at least the men.

the rest of bangkok was brilliant, had loads of great food - off the street as well as expensive sponsored hotel buffets (big thank you to the tourism authority of thailand). I had to stop myself from saying kup boon ka (thank you) to somebody today, and I almost went to the 21st storey last night (my hotel room floor).

Am writing what may be my last article on what is probably my last media trip. It's bittersweet, I shall miss being able to write, flashing my press pass with impunity, but I don't miss the stress that comes with trying to find the best angle on a story.

And this will be the last time i complain about the magically-lighting candles, which i skipped to see an underwater documentary. We had to attend a really awful closing film, a Thai version of the Hong Kong mafia movies. It was a 90 min movie that felt twice as long, all style and no substance. I was yawning, another journalist confessed to falling asleep, and I could hear someone snoring a few rows away. Thankfully, the director was sitting right at the back, so maybe he didn't hear it. Towards the end, i just wanted to be clobbered over the head with the music of andrew lloyd webber, put me out of my misery now.

The only good bit was the preview of tong yum kung, the new movie from the ong bak guy. The actors came on stage and did a little fake fighting, although there was a bigass american wrestler who challenged the audience. He picked on someone who we later figured was planted, but for a moment i wasn't quite sure cos his victim actually started turning red in the face.

When you know you are a new paper (tabloid) reporter: I actually contemplated challenging the guy, so that i would have an interesting article to write. In my favour - he probably wouldn't expect to fight a girl; not in my favour - i was wearing a skirt, high heels, had no travel insurance and am pretty out of touch with sparring. And i figured, if he was hired help, it wouldn't be very nice to kick him in the nuts (don't think it was in the job description) or elbow his eyeball. but i thought about it.