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When I have too much on my mind,

I like to go for a ride.

Sometimes, the world’s noise can drown out the noise of misery within.

If you’re going to like girls,

why can’t it be me?

Who is she?

Her ex.

Her first girlfriend, the one she can never forget.

A "favorite ex," if you will.

2019

Look how laid-back you are.

I’m up at 3,

preflight briefing at 4,

boarding at 5,

and flying quick turns from 6 a.m. to 2 p.m.

Damn, I’m exhausted.

I wish I could live like you, actually.

You graduated, but you don’t have to work.

You just go through life day by day.

But I can’t do that.

I don’t want to worry Grandma.

Don’t beat around the bush.

If you want to yell at me, say it straight out.

You lousy sister.

Oom!

Well, you asked for it, so here it is.

I don’t care if you’re reckless or jobless,

but Grandma does.

When are you going to stop making her worry?

Do you think I want to?

You’re not me.

You don’t know what I have to put up with,

or what I’ve already done.

What have you done?

Fought enemy gangs?

Run from the traffic police?

You just never understand anything.

And you don’t understand anyone.

Well, I’m just nobody.

Don’t lecture me.

I’m dumb,

not as clever as you.

Why don’t you try?

I can’t be you, no matter how hard I try.

I’m good at nothing.

Just mind your own business.

I’ll live my crappy life.

If you want that crappy life so much,

I hope you live it for the rest of your life.

Hello.

Yes, Mr. Christ.

Sure, I remember you. From NexComms.

Not qualified?

Yes.

It’s alright. I understand.

Shit.

(If you want that crappy life so much, )

(I hope you live it for the rest of your life.)

(They say a parent's curse can come true.)

(But I say a curse from a twin sister can, too.)

You’re never allergic to flowers.

Come here.

Who is she?

Her ex.

Her first girlfriend, the one she can never forget.

A "favorite ex," if you will.

Thank you.

Have you been working a lot?

There are some daisies here.

May seems busy.

I’ll just leave.

Who’s that?

Oom?

I’ve been waiting for you.

Jeez.

I feel like I’m in a war.

How come?

Cause I’m caught in the crossfire.

Nonsense.

Oom.

Don’t listen to him.

Ploy and I broke up a long time ago.

We’re just friends now.

Close friends.

My close friend just stopped by to visit.

She’s opening a new shop and meeting her fortune teller for an auspicious time.

So, there’s no war or crossfire here

because my girlfriend is only Oom, right here.

You have a girlfriend,

but none of your friends know about her?

Why’s that?

Does this girlfriend of yours have a lot of secrets?

I just didn’t want to tell anyone,

so no one stole her from me.

Are you guys hungry?

Should we order something?

Sure.

How about that spicy salad place?

The one we used to go to for dates.

It’s really famous now and gets a lot of reviews.

Oh, I miss that place.

Haven’t been there in a long time.

I miss their corn salad,

cucumber salad,

and Korat salad.

They’re so good with rice vermicelli and fried onions.

And…

the must-have.

- Grilled chicken! - Grilled chicken!

May, you haven’t changed a bit.

Should we order a lot?

Let’s get everything that you want. Bring back our old memories.

Don’t order it.

I think May should try something new.

I know a good place nearby.

I’ll go get you something yummy.

Sure.

Here’s everything you ordered.

1,200 baht.

What?

Did you raise your prices, sis?

Oh, please.

Damn right, I did.

Gas prices go up, gold prices go up,

so does my food, girl.

Fine.

I haven’t said anything.

Don’t be so whiny.

Hey, you.

Bring me more papaya.

I’ve been waiting.

What’s taking her so long?

When will my customer get to eat?

I only have 1,120.

Can I pay you 80 later?

Stop.

I’m a good-looking girl with a good heart,

but I don’t let people take advantage of me.

If you don’t have cash, you can transfer.

I can’t transfer, sis.

I haven’t gotten my wage yet.

How about this?

Let’s skip the corn salad.

Don’t!

Grilled chicken, then.

No!

I can’t take anything back at all?

You can’t, or it won’t be impressive.

She’s never tried food from here,

so I’m not sure which one will win her over.

What nonsense are you rambling about?

Can I work for you instead?

Sis, it’s all done.

Gosh.

Here.

Your food.

Never seen anyone so fixated on food.

I just want her to try something yummy.

Give it.

Here.

Great.

Is this everything?

Are you sure?

Don’t scam me.

Ride safe.

Yes, ma’am.

Don’t you think she approached you with a hidden agenda?

No thinking needed.

I just went out to get coffee

and saw her washing dishes at a spicy salad place.

I guess she didn’t have enough money to pay.

What?

I might’ve implied that Ploy

is an ex you still miss.

If she has a hidden agenda,

other than winning over your heart,

it’s probably to leech money from you.

But seeing her do that,

I don’t think she’s clever enough to scam you.

What the hell are you guys doing?

May.

We have cucumber salad,

grilled pork neck,

papaya salad with fermented fish,

minced pork salad,

spicy soup with pork cartilage,

grilled chicken,

and corn salad.

Thank you, Miss.

Please.

It doesn’t look like a spicy meal anymore.

It looks more like a sweet meal to me.

Gosh, I hate this.

What do you want to try first May?

Corn salad, of course.

I’ll get it for you.

Corn salad is on your plate.

Sticky rice is on your left.

Thank you.

How is it? Good?

Is it too spicy?

May?

It’s not spicy at all. I can handle it.

Why are you pretending?

You don’t like your food too spicy.

You don’t like green beans.

Just tell her.

Really, May?

It’s my fault for not telling you earlier.

Why are you blaming yourself?

You are blind, May.

This is something your girlfriend should know.

Not knowing is not caring.

Stop it, Ploy.

No, you stop it.

Why do you put up with this?

You should be with someone who can take care of you.

It’s okay.

I can eat it.

Excuse me.

There is a food delivery for Miss Ploy.

Please prepare it and serve it.

Yes, ma’am.

When did you order it?

Right after May’s girlfriend left the house.

I knew she couldn’t make it.

And I was right.

It’s alright, May.

Let me take care of you.

Papaya salad with no fermented fish and corn salad from your favorite place.

Mild and no green beans.

You didn’t have to order this, Ploy.

I can eat the food that Oom bought.

It’s alright, May.

You can eat what Ploy got for you.

It’s my fault for not asking you first.

True.

Here. I’ll feed you.

This is the corn salad with salmon.

It’s so yummy.

I don’t think I’ll eat anymore.

I’m still full.

I just snacked.

You eat, Ploy.

By the way, Ploy,

when do you have to meet your fortune teller?

I have to leave soon.

They’re very strict about time.

I can’t be late.

I heard it cost a lot, right?

Not really.

Just 100K.

It’s all worth it if my shop is doing well.

That’s true.

When I opened my clinic,

I paid more than 100K for a feng shui master too.

But it’s totally worth it.

What are you talking about?

It’s ridiculous.

You’re the one to talk.

Didn’t you give 10K as a votive offering to pass the bar exam?

Wow, I thought you only used your brains.

Didn’t know you resorted to superstitions, too.

I didn’t wish for a pass.

I wish for love.

It’s the same thing.

You bribed holiness to get what you wanted.

Yeah?

Oh, by the way,

I just saw this package online.

A superstitious trip to Hong Kong, three days and two nights, only 150K.

Yeah?

That’s a very good price.

Exactly, and it includes everything:

accommodation and three meals.

I think it’s a great deal.

Interesting. Should we go together?

It’s nonsense.

But I’m interested.

Call me nosy if you want,

but I really need to ask.

Do you really love May?

You don’t believe it?

Honestly, it's so hard to believe that someone like you

doesn’t want something from May.

We can see here that May has everything except her sight.

But you…

clearly, you have nothing.

Tell me, what do you want from May?

I don’t need to answer you.

The feelings between May and me

are between May and me.

You don’t get a say in this.

I do.

Because I’m her friend.

I know May loves you

but love alone is not gonna make it.

May is already having a hard time.

Stop dragging her down.

If you can’t take good care of her,

let her find someone better.

Everyone else left.

Let’s…

I’m leaving too.

What’s wrong, Oom?

Tell me.

I’m fine, really.

And I’m taking off.

I know you’re not fine.

Is it about Ploy?

Are you thinking you’re inferior to her?

You know you are.

First, it’s the food,

then the fortune teller.

That’s just how Ploy is.

She has high walls.

She’s not that nice and friendly.

But I never think you’re inferior to anyone at all.

But someone else does.

Actually, I’m not a good match for you.

Oom.

What other people think...

isn’t as important as what you think.

If you want to put yourself down and leave me,

then go ahead.

Ai-oon!

You think I own a money-making machine?

I paid for that, but you’re wasting the water.

If you’re not gonna wash the bike, go home.

I won’t be able to sleep.

Well, I smell something dramatic.

Huh?

Is it about your sister’s girlfriend?

I’m not good at a damn thing

but crazy enough to want a relationship.

Because your feelings for her are too intense.

What does that have to do with anything?

Come on.

When we have feelings for someone,

we see them as good,

even above us,

to the point where we end up looking down on ourselves without realizing it.

It’s not necessarily a bad thing.

You used to tell me that

you didn’t know why you should have a good life,

do good things,

or succeed.

You said Oom already did that for you.

But now you do.

You have a reason to better your life.

Be successful for someone in a way that...

Oom can’t do for you.

Damn, that’s wise.

I think our time together sparked your growth.

Holy shit, stop it.

Don’t joke about the biggest mistake in my life.

I’m getting goosebumps.

Hey!

I know what I’m gonna do.

Do you have a computer I can borrow?

No. Why would I have a computer?

Where should I get one?

Ow.

HENG CHAROEN

May I borrow yours, Oom?

None of my friends have one.

(I’m going to write a novel.)

(I believe you can do it.)

(Since you believe in me, I will make it happen.) THE VALUE OF LOVE

THE VALUE OF LOVE

(I will be good enough for you.)

Jeez.

Ai is still up this late?

Gosh.

Why doesn’t she lie in bed properly?

This will give her back pain.

Isn’t this Oom’s laptop?

How come she has it?

You’re huge.

I can’t carry you to bed, you know.

Ai-oon.

When will you grow up and mature so I can put my mind at ease?

[ARE YOU FREE? WANNA TALK TO YOU.]

[GHOSTING ME?]

[ARE YOU NOT GONNA READ MY TEXTS?]

Shit!

Damn it.

I can’t do this anymore.

Can we meet?

Thank you for coming.

My girlfriend wanted to see me.

Of course, I came.

Didn’t think you’d want to meet here.

Recalling old memories?

Old memories?

Don’t you remember, Pang?

We met for the first time here.

A double-shot iced Americano, please.

Absolutely. Just a moment, please.

Excuse me.

What is this plant? It’s beautiful.

I’m not sure either, ma’am. Sorry about that.

It’s fine.

May I take a picture? I’ll search online.

Sure, ma’am.

It’s called an Indian Rubber Tree.

Plant lovers like to keep it indoors.

They believe it heals the mind and boosts positive energy.

It also helps purify the air.

It grows quickly and is easy to care for.

People like it a lot.

Most importantly, it’s very beautiful.

It is.

Very beautiful, indeed.

Well…

you seem to know a lot about plants.

Any recommended place?

I really want one.

I’m going to a tree shop.

Do you wanna tag along?

It feels odd not seeing that Indian Rubber Tree there anymore.

Things just aren’t the same.

Pim, I’ve got something important to say...

I don’t want us to break up.

Can I have one more chance, Pang?

I’ll make you like me again.

Please don’t fall for Ai-oon yet.

I’m sorry for knowing this,

but I really want to be with you.

We were happy together, weren’t we, Pang?

I’m sorry, Pim.

My feelings for Ai-oon aren’t something sudden.

Deep down, it’s always been her.

I don’t want to lie to myself

or to you anymore.

I feel guilty enough for coming this far.

Let’s break up.

You’re very straightforward.

You could have lied just a little.

It hurts, you know.

I really am sorry.

But I don’t want to lie to you anymore.

You’re a good person,

and I don’t want you to be with someone toxic like me.

Let’s end things on good terms.

I feel envious of Ai-oon.

Does she have any idea

you cleared everything out because of her?

Don’t make it sound like I’m being selfless.

I’m just a selfish person.

She wouldn’t be happy if she knew I did this.

All you eat is eggs.

Your face is going to turn into one soon.

You should eat some meat or other good stuff too.

Well, I like eggs.

But you need to eat more than just eggs.

Don’t be so stingy.

Jeez! You’re never stingy with your bike.

Ai, you’re a grown woman.

Stop being a motorpunk

and get yourself a good job.

You have a bachelor's degree.

Why don’t you make use of it?

I am looking for a job here.

Using your sister's laptop?

How's her place?

Is it all dusty now?

Should I drop by and clean?

I thought you’d yell at me.

Someone like you wouldn’t steal from others.

You must really be in need to take it.

I'll just wait until Oom wakes up and yells at you herself.

That’s mine. Grandma bought it for me.

But I want it. You have a problem with that?

Why do you want it? You can’t even read English.

No, I can’t, so you can’t have it either.

Where are you taking it?

Why are you doing this?

I’m going to tell Grandma.

Once you recover,

I’ll give it back to you willingly.

Pretty enough?

Blush your left cheek a bit more.

Just a little, or it’ll look too much.

Good?

Where’s your makeup artist?

Working at a concert.

And you called me just in time.

Don’t forget, you have money.

You can hire anyone.

For some things,

doing it yourself gives you more pride.

What do you think of this dress?

Sexy enough?

Yes, it’s sexy.

But who are you being sexy for?

My girlfriend, duh!

The girlfriend who left you yesterday?

Did you just hang up on me?

You only bother with me when I’m useful.

Hey!

You seriously came up to my room?

Yes, I did.

Are you cutting ties with me for good?

Are you unfriending me just because I like you?

No.

There’s been a lot on my mind lately,

so I don’t have time to clear things up with you.

Then don’t.

Let me clear things up for you.

I broke up with Pim.

Even though you’re single,

I still don’t like you anyway.

I know.

I just really like you, Ai.

But if that’s going to end our friendship,

then fine, I won’t like you anymore.

Let’s just go back to being friends.

We never stopped being friends.

Actually, you didn’t need to break up with your girlfriend.

That’s not for you.

It’s for me.

I don’t want to lie to myself anymore.

You too.

Stop lying.

The more lies you tell,

the harder it is to tell the truth.

In the end, the ones getting hurt are you and May.

CALLING OABOOM

You really think you can hide from me?

(I miss you.)

(I can’t believe such a simple word

(can erase all the stress I’ve been carrying.)

(Maybe it’s because

the word ‘miss’ that you sent

(is the one my heart wants to say too.)

I miss you.

Miss you too.

But you’ve been quiet.

I thought you’d run away from me.

I want to, actually,

but I just can’t seem to do it.

So I took a step back

and worked on self-improvement.

How?

You like novels,

so I decided to write one.

I want to read it.

I’m sure it’s going to be amazing.

I’m not so sure.

At first, I was keeping up the pace,

but now I’ve hit a block.

When do you feel productive, then?

When I’m with you.

Then come to me.

I’ll always be here. I never go anywhere.

Come to me, pretty please.

Please.

Darling, please.

What?

If you want to cancel my order,

do it yourself.

And I promise to get you in so much trouble.

Gosh, why did he hang up?

Hello!

You seem hangry.

Yeah, that too.

But I’m more upset with the rider’s lack of work ethic.

Try to let it go if you can.

Stress can lead to strokes, you know.

You should focus on living happily and long enough to enjoy your retirement money.

Do fortune tellers with a strong work ethic

usually jinx people like you just did?

I’m not speaking as a fortune teller,

I’m speaking as your neighbor

who just got her food delivery.

It’s buy one, get one free.

Want to join me?

May, I’m here.

What did you bring?

I can hear it

but can’t smell it.

A laptop

with my novel in it.

I want to read it.

Even though it’s not well-written yet,

I want you to read it.

I’ll prepare a reading app for you.

Let me know when you’re ready.

You know,

the reason I’m sure your novel will be good...

isn’t just because you can describe things so well.

It’s because you’re so caring,

though you’ve never been a caregiver before.

Since we’ve got back together,

the care you give has been spot on.

You even prepared a program to help me read.

Don’t compliment me so much.

I’ll be so embarrassed if it turns out bad.

I doubt that very much.

Ready?

Here.

Ready?

I’m ready.

(The sunlight warms the day, )

(Lifting the world from dismay, )

(All doubts are put to flight, )

(When love blooms so pretty inside.)

(This is the journey of a lonely boy in search of love)

(His name is Noi, short for Nilnate,

(which means 'big black eyes.')

(Nilnate grew up in Bangkok,

(a vibrant capital city…)

May, is it bad?

It’s not bad.

It’s just different.

Different from what?

Different from how you describe things to me.

You’re the reason I wanted to write a novel,

but when I actually wrote, it just didn’t read as pleasing.

Unlike when I describe things to you.

Or maybe I just can’t write a novel?

I think you’re wrong about me.

I don’t think I am.

The novel you wrote has characters,

elements,

and scenes.

It sounds too blunt.

It’s very straightforward,

like reading legal documents,

certificates,

or biographies.

This is difficult.

When I describe things to you, there’s no plot at all.

And I can only do it when I’m with you.

Don’t worry.

You can do it, Oom.

Come with me.

Oh, I forgot to get you water.

No, it’s fine.

I’ll get it.

Your refrigerator is…

Over there.

Thank you.

Hey.

Why are you crying?

Easy there.

One year doesn’t mean anything.

Nothing does.

The place we first met.

The first plant we bought together.

Everything is forgotten.

Easy there.

Calm down.

I’ll be here with you.

May!

Sorry, I can’t see.

You said you’d help me write a novel.

Why did you make me take a bath?

You told me

you wrote well when you were with me.

This isn’t "with you."

This is what’s called "with you."

Hold on.

I’m actually helping you here.

Lay it down, let your burdens fade,

Release the worries, shade by shade,

Let body and mind drift gently apart,

Feel the water that warms your heart.

In stillness, Three Characteristics you’ll find,

A realization right before your eyes,

Impermanence, selflessness, touches of dismay,

Things come, linger, then slip away.

That’s euphonious.

A Dhamma poem.

I recited it to help me get through the first phase of being blind.

Do you know what it means?

The Three Characteristics in Buddhism.

The nature of all things in the world.

Impermanence, suffering, and non-self.

That’s right.

It’s like your poem.

It has meaning and euphony.

You just need to differentiate what the meaning is

and what euphony is.

For poems, it’s called ‘euphonious’.

For novels, it’s called ‘fun’.

The way you describe things so well when you’re with me

is because you add euphony, not a story.

So, my novel feels blunt...

because I haven’t added euphony to it.

What should I do?

My instructor once taught me:

“Laws are like taking off our clothes.

Writing a case file is like taking a shower.

Gathering evidence is like putting on makeup.

Witness hearings are like getting dressed.

In the end, you get your final look.”

Your body is bare now, Oom,

and you understand the clothes.

All that’s left is to wear them well.

I’ve stripped it all down for you.

Now, dress well.

(In one corner of the car,

(a man and a woman’s bodies intertwine, neither yielding to the other.)

(His mouth finds the curve of her neck

(as a light scent of perfume fills the air.)

(With each breath, they fall deeper into a haze of affection.)

(The beautiful girl, who hadn’t offered her name,

(slowly unbuttons her plaid pants…)

This is really fun.

One small problem, though.

What is it?

Is it the whole chapter?

It’s too short.

Come on, May.

I spent so much time on one chapter.

Upload it to a website.

You’ll get readers and comments.

They’ll keep asking for more

and encourage you to keep writing.

But what if I’m too slow? They’ll get mad at me.

I’m scared just thinking about it.

Then…

To give you some positive energy,

I’ll give you one reward

after you finish each chapter.

When readers yell or pester you for more,

this will keep you going.

What should the reward be?

Should I cook for you?

Or…

Boba milk tea?

It’s my reward.

I should be able to choose.

I want…

What you gave me

the day we met again.

Your kiss.

Finish a chapter first.

Come on, May.

This is to boost your typing power.

I haven’t even finished one chapter,

yet my reward is this good.

I can’t imagine how amazing it’ll be when I actually finish one.

If you knew now,

I bet you’d want to finish it today.

How’s it going?

I’m done changing.

Have a seat.

But I didn't wear makeup today.

Even without makeup, it was dusty outside.

You have to clean your face anyway.

Come closer.

So the writing process starts with this?

Yes.

It starts with you.

How are you feeling?

Thankful.

This Oom is trying to chase her dream.

You make me feel bigger again.

Well, I’ve been feeding you, haven’t I?

Don’t let yourself become smaller again.

No universal design in this country?

I’ll push for it.

Don’t understand the abilities of the disabled?

I’ll show the world.

I can do it.