Hello all,
I hope everyone's holding up okay so far. Holding up can mean "barely surviving" as I know I am. I won't complain about this semester because I do it at least once everyday and why do I want to taint this blog by writing about school...
I'm 23 this year... but this year I've celebrated more 21sts than when I was 21. Ah, you know what they say, having youthful friends is good for the heart because it keeps it youthful.
Actually, no one says that. Except for when I said it 10 seconds ago.
Anyway... I was trying to conjure up some Thailand memories when I was feeling down awhile ago, and I cannot stop laughing to myself when I think about the BM-Pub is Mae Sai. If you don't already know, BM stands for Batman. I frickin' kid you not. Think expensive beer (90 baht for small Singha sia...), Thai techno, complete with practically half naked dancers of both genders. Especially guy in tight shiny suit with the pieces of cloth missing in ass area.
Also, sitting by the Maenam Sai in Monkey Island by myself. One of the rare times in my life I had so much silence. No traffic, no music, no mahjong. Nothing. Silence, except for the gentle ripples of the water. Sitting there on my own, with my laptop in front of me as I tried to churn out the project report as SHAMMY had conveniently fallen asleep. My field journal was next to me. It was dark, but with just enough light to write by. Rare moment of tranquility. Dominique was still awake too and he joined me for a bit because Bernard and Shammy are the ones who need the most sleep... I only needed sleep in the afternoon because it was just so freaking hot all the time. That night I remember staving off the sadness of knowing that FS was coming to an end... it was the night before we would return to Chiang Rai. Knowing that I can stay two weeks at a place and not notice lots of things because you get used to it, I made a mental note of everything I was receiving through my senses. The sounds, or lack thereof. The feel of the wooden tables and stools, smiling when recalling nights that Tom, Jake and Haq were with us, and I made Jake drink with me and laughing so loudly that the owner had to come tell us to tone it down. Also, the smell of freshly laundered clothes... I was the only one who did my laundry every 3 days. The three boys were content to wait until they'd completely run out before doing their laundry. How they managed that, I seriously don't know since I had the most clothes out of the 4 of us and we perspire all day long.
I ramble. I must not fall into nostalgia now.
I don't know what the hell happened to my tagboard either, but comments are still appreciated.
I hope everyone's holding up okay so far. Holding up can mean "barely surviving" as I know I am. I won't complain about this semester because I do it at least once everyday and why do I want to taint this blog by writing about school...
I'm 23 this year... but this year I've celebrated more 21sts than when I was 21. Ah, you know what they say, having youthful friends is good for the heart because it keeps it youthful.
Actually, no one says that. Except for when I said it 10 seconds ago.
Anyway... I was trying to conjure up some Thailand memories when I was feeling down awhile ago, and I cannot stop laughing to myself when I think about the BM-Pub is Mae Sai. If you don't already know, BM stands for Batman. I frickin' kid you not. Think expensive beer (90 baht for small Singha sia...), Thai techno, complete with practically half naked dancers of both genders. Especially guy in tight shiny suit with the pieces of cloth missing in ass area.
Also, sitting by the Maenam Sai in Monkey Island by myself. One of the rare times in my life I had so much silence. No traffic, no music, no mahjong. Nothing. Silence, except for the gentle ripples of the water. Sitting there on my own, with my laptop in front of me as I tried to churn out the project report as SHAMMY had conveniently fallen asleep. My field journal was next to me. It was dark, but with just enough light to write by. Rare moment of tranquility. Dominique was still awake too and he joined me for a bit because Bernard and Shammy are the ones who need the most sleep... I only needed sleep in the afternoon because it was just so freaking hot all the time. That night I remember staving off the sadness of knowing that FS was coming to an end... it was the night before we would return to Chiang Rai. Knowing that I can stay two weeks at a place and not notice lots of things because you get used to it, I made a mental note of everything I was receiving through my senses. The sounds, or lack thereof. The feel of the wooden tables and stools, smiling when recalling nights that Tom, Jake and Haq were with us, and I made Jake drink with me and laughing so loudly that the owner had to come tell us to tone it down. Also, the smell of freshly laundered clothes... I was the only one who did my laundry every 3 days. The three boys were content to wait until they'd completely run out before doing their laundry. How they managed that, I seriously don't know since I had the most clothes out of the 4 of us and we perspire all day long.
I ramble. I must not fall into nostalgia now.
I don't know what the hell happened to my tagboard either, but comments are still appreciated.
posted by Duh-knees at 12:22 AM
1 Comments:
denise, your latest post is so well drafted. i can feel the memories coming back again.. sigh.. the little room in sri pat where me and junhao spent doing the project.. nice post! =)
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