bangkrak?

Before I write anything about Bangkok, I would like to add a disclaimer: I haven't really slept for about 30 hours so nothing I say should be taken seriously by anyone. ALSO today I had a meeting with someone whose name was "Kiddieporn". And I was only with my boss and thai people so nobody else found it amusing.
Annnnnnyyyyyway Bangkok. The reason I am so epicly tired is because we got a flight at stupid o clock this morning to get back in time for work, and then I had to go to the juvenile detention centre, and then to a meeting where I had to be alive, and then do work. I tried to sleep on the floor of the prison but unsurprisingly, it wasn't particularly comfortable, and I had major dengue paranoia so I had to keep twitching to throw off the mosquitos. Me and Kyla didn't even watch the world cup final last nigh because we were too preoccupied with trying on our purchases from the final round of drunk shopping. Now, we all know drunk shopping is always an amazing idea. And we also all know that you get better at foreign languages when you're drunk. So when you get to drunk haggling in thai you reach drunk nirvana and it's AWESOME. I bought a dress, a jumper, two tops, a ring with the letter H (for hipster), a ring with a cassette, some bangles and best of all, some pacman earrings. All entirely useful. Specially the pacman earrings.
The best shopping experience by far was the truly epic chatuchak (that's definitely not how you spell it, but I have no idea how, so you're going to have to get over it) market. It's apparently the biggest weekend market in the entire world ever, and it has about 8000 stalls. What that means in real life is that I walked around it for about five hours on Saturday, thought I saw everything, came back on Sunday and went to a whole new section that I hadn't even been to yet. It's a maze of really trendy and cheap designer boutiques, 8000 baht antiques, dried fish that makes you retch if you get stuck behind the little man who walks round really slowly singing, vintage leather and levis and utter shit. I came to the conclusion that if it's not in chatuchak, it doesn't exist. Unfortunately if it does exist, it will only exist in size tiny. However, pacman earrings don't come in sizes, so all's right with the world.
Apart from shopping, my time in bangkok involved a lot of riding around in the sexy hot pink taxi meters, a lot of lounging by the pool, a life-changing steak sandwich and an outrageous amount of tuk tuk karaoke, fuelled by 7-11 smirnoff mules. I don't even know what a smirnoff mule is, but I know it's delicious and it makes you want to sing journey a lot. I'm currently having a bit of a dilemma, because I have "don't stop believing" in my head, but I don't have my headphones with me, and the potential embarassment I would face if someone walked in and I was genuinely listening to that song alone in the office at night would be horrific. I blame Chris for knowing all the words to everything. No, I am actually going to listen to it. Please don't tell anyone.
To distract you, here's a picture of seven (yes SEVEN) of us in a tuk tuk. If you've ever ridden in a tuk tuk, you'll understand...

I apologise, because this has been entirely nonsensical, and I haven't really said anything much about anything. Just stop and be quiet now. Sleepytime.