Living in Bangkok is like going twelve rounds with a prize fighter and coming out on top in the end. (Well hopefully)

In the first round in early morning as you take your morning walk you start taking punches, just little testing jabs aimed at the chest, the noise bombards you trying to soften you up for bigger blows. Thank God for seven eleven, you buy a nice ice cold 2 litre bottle of water and then face the noise once more.
Bam!!!! The humidity hits you like wind taking blow to the ribs, you stumble back take advantage of the cold water and you fight on.'definitly. You put your nose to the grindstone, you can't let this city beat you, end round two.

Round three begins and you start building your confidence maybe you get a little cocky, anyway the city she sees an opening and takes it. Bam your knocked to the canvas with the smell of smothering Tuk Tuk pollution. .You think your're done and Bangkok? Well she KNOWS your done. But luck is with you round three ends you head back to the Suk, and thats when you finally figure the venice of Asia out.
You've got her beat because you know all her punches and you just go with the flow, and city like a muddy oyster pryed apart she shows her beautiful pearl, and makes you glad you didn't give up, you didn't let Bangkok beat you and now you reap the rewards.