This market is quite interesting. Bitcoin is stuck around $67,200, while Ethereum is plummeting. Vitalik really embarrassed himself in Bangkok this time; I wonder what he will boast about in his speech in November. It feels like the stock market is like the boy who cried wolf. Anyway, I don't trust this Russian kid; I'd rather buy ETC (Ethereum Classic). However, my AI robot on Gate Exchange has been shorting ETH these past few days. It seems AI understands trends the best.
The main force is gathering strength here, slowing down the pace. First, they are waiting for the month-end closing, and second, they are waiting for the results of next month's election. Then the market may experience another explosive rise. It feels like an experienced driver flirting with retail investors outside; the dog traders are just holding back from launching.
Although we pushed up to around $68,800 yesterday morning, we were still dragged down by some short-sighted investors. Hey, are there traitors running to the neighboring A-shares to survive? In November, Trump's bull market engine will start, and it will definitely blow up many retail investors' wallets, letting everyone see Wall Street's power.
Yesterday I transferred from Bangkok to Pattaya, experiencing a minibus. I thought that paying an extra 20 baht would save time. To my surprise, the delay lasted nearly half an hour before the bus finally left the Eastern Bus Terminal in Bangkok. Next time you come to Pattaya, you should still take the big bus; it departs on time and drives more steadily. Only after experiencing it can one have the right to speak.
On my last night in Bangkok, I went to Nana Plaza with friends and chose a bar with the most beautiful female teachers upstairs. We sat near the dance floor, and right next to us was a large bathtub. After a while, four women dancing on the pole unexpectedly went on stage and changed outfits. To my surprise, they stripped down to almost nothing. I felt awkward sitting too close, as I could touch their legs just by stretching my arm.
Then four beautiful women washed themselves in the bathtub, covering themselves in bubbles with a bath flower, especially using bubbles to cover their private parts. I really admire this extravagant foreign world; they are so natural and generous, without a hint of embarrassment, while I felt awkward.
I held a beer while they stood above me, twisting their waists and shaking their hips, and I worried that the bubbles might splash into my cup. Sigh, you think coming to Thailand to touch ladyboys is outrageous? That's just the tip of the iceberg. The leader brings you to broaden your horizons; next up, it's not suitable for children, so if you need to leave, just go and don't look.
A few customers were sitting in a circle, and two handsome Korean guys were sticking 20 baht tips onto the female teacher's bubbly bosom. A super voluptuous female teacher turned around and crazily shook her hips at those customers; the handsome guy slapped the money onto her butt, and the cash immediately became wet and stuck to her beautiful backside. When he slapped it, I saw bubbles splashing and dissipating in the colorful neon lights, so I quickly moved my cup away. The female teacher politely said with her hands together: Swipe my card. The music suddenly changed to Psy's explosive horse dance, and the naked women on stage started dancing to energetic K-pop. To my right was a Thai girl in a bikini with number tags around her waist; these girls all had different styles, and there was always one that suited you. My literary skills are limited, so I can only describe it as a feast for the eyes. The atmosphere was harmonious; however, taking photos was not allowed, and if caught, you would be fined 5,000 baht.
The next day after arriving in Pattaya, I first went to play at the Songkran Electronic Music Festival. Even sitting on the sofa, people would splash water on me, getting me all wet. This is truly a peculiar island. However, I wasn't very interested in that. In the evening, I went to Big C Supercenter to buy a SIM card, had a big meal, exchanged some currency, and then passed through the Daughter Kingdom of Six Alley to shop under the coconut trees by the sea. On the way to the electronic music water festival, I saw a Russian foreigner riding a big motorcycle, daring to let go with both hands; this place is really too free.
Six Alley is truly a chaotic place, with each bar playing loud music; no man can resist spending money here. My market partner indeed took a liking to a pure girl in a white swimsuit style at one bar, and they embraced and chatted about life, so I went to stroll by the seaside alone.
While walking, I suddenly stopped under a coconut tree. Why does that cute-looking female teacher look so familiar? Sure enough, the subconscious doesn't lie, although my memory is poor. I took out WeChat to show her my profile picture and awkwardly asked in English: Is that you? She excitedly replied: Yes, it's me, it's me, mixed with some Chinese. We both recognized each other, and I remembered the romantic and gentle night we experienced months ago; it was like returning home to see my first love, and she instantly hugged me. Then she wanted to go back to the hotel with me, but at that moment, my companion called and said he needed the room. My selfless principle was to let others have their way, so I reluctantly took out the room card to show her, indicating I would deliver the key to someone else the next day. I sensed her disappointment, and I reluctantly broke free from her embrace and turned to leave.
I returned to Six Alley and handed the room card to my companion. I quickly glanced at WeChat to apologize, but I didn't expect she sent a message in English that translated to saying I was bad. Sigh, I replied saying sorry, but she had already deleted me. I didn't expect this fate to end like this, isn't it tragic? I felt gloomy all night; I was supposed to rekindle old flames today, but the world is full of disappointments. Therefore, passing through the sea of flowers, even the most beautiful ladyboy didn't even catch my eye, even if she was a fairy from another country.
Sigh, even Qiong Yao has to make way for the leader; my web3 blockchain journey is simply fantastical, even higher than Wang Baoqiang's (Lost in Thailand) bed skills...
