It's amazing..

... that some people just don't have respect for some certain things.

I went to the Embassy of India three times the past two weeks. I mean, it's still an embassy. Of a country. But some people who went there to apply for a visa dressed as if they just got out of the bed. Literally.

The first two times there, I didn't spend so much time watching people. But the third time, I was waiting in the lobby (or whatever they call it) and had too much time on my hands... and my book couldn't keep me busy all the time. Because some people were, err, really interesting.

There were several white guys and girl walking in. And you wouldn't believe how they dressed.

They all dressed as if they came from a different planet. Like.. shorts (very short), T-shirt which was three time the guy's size, two or three shirts on another guy (and it's bloody 35 C outside), etc. One of them wasn't even wearing shoes. Not even sandals. I mean, nothing! And they smelled. Seriously. I can tell from their accents where they came from. Well, England.

I still can't believe they came to an embassy in those outfits to apply for a visa. They showed no respect for anyone and anything. Try any of those outfits at the US embassy. One would be thrown out before one got a chance to say Hello to a security guard.

Well, my office is located at the same building as the Embassy of Sweden. So, I've got to see loads and loads of Swedish men coming to apply for their girls' visa. Many of the girls dressed as if they came straight from the bar. I'm not going to slag off bargirls/prostitutes/ladies of the night/whatever you want to call them. But we have to know better. It's not like going to a shopping mall, for Christ's sake. It's an embassy. A place considered that certain country's territory.

I always dressed nicely when I went to an embassy. Not too much, but not inappropriate either. Never had one single problem. Japan, England, and Australia. All tough ones. Always got a visa. Never been treated badly by any embassy's staff. Easy peasy.

It doesn't hurt anyone to show respect to people/some certain places, does it?

Oh boy....

I just got back from the pub.

It's Lee's first night at work after holiday.

Lee's back!! With Johnny Logan and his brother!!


It was fun at the Dubliner. Well, the owner was having a party. So..

More with the Logans


Anyway... I'm pissed. I'm exhausted. And I have to be at work by 9AM.

Wish me luck...

Me at the Dubliner BKK tonight

My first trip on Subway

Yeah.. just today.

Well, it was a very slow Friday. Boss wasn't so pushy today either. I think he's got quite a lot on his mind. He's different after coming back from Australia. If he needed some more time to be alone, I wouldn't blame him though. He's been working so hard. I mean.. really hard.

So, I kind of had less work than I'd expected. Bugger.

In the evening, I couldn't be arsed to go straight home. I was driving today. And Sukhumvit area after work on Friday evening... Not a chance, my friends. So, I went down to the pub to meet my friends.

Felt a bit adventurous today. So, I decided to take the subway from Sukhumvit station (at Asoke intersection) to Silom.

My very first time on Subway (MRT).

And it's just my nature. I just had to make a fool out of myself so I could sleep better at night. Today too.

As it's my bloody first time, so I didn't know what to do with all that thing. No problem. I was convinced I could do it easily. I didn't think it would be that different from the Skytrain (BTS).

Looked pretty much like underground in Hong Kong. Hmm.. shouldn't be difficult!!

Machine



Ahh.. there it was. I walked awkwardly to line up in front of a machine for a ticket. I was expecting the ticket to be quite similar to the BTS's.

Skytrain ticket



My turn now. So, I chose my destination on the screen. "Silom"... easy. Now, inserted money. Hey, this's cool. The machine can take bank notes too. Unlike the BTS which requires 10 THB or 5 THB coins only. OK... special price. It's only 17 THB. So, I insert 20 THB note. Whoops!! The money got in. And I was expecting a ticket popping out from a slot like the BTS.

Nada.

Then, there was a noise. Something just dropped in the machine. I thought it was the changes. Looked roughly. No, I couldn't find my 3 THB. Looked left and right and up and down - in panic. WTF was that noise? Oh never mind, more noises there. And I found my 3 THB. Oh OK. I got the changes. And I backed away from the machine slowly and was totally confused.

WTF was my ticket now?!?

Wasn't I supposed to get a bloody ticket from that bloody machine?!?

Looked around.. And OHHH... there's a security lady there. Come and help me now, lady!

She thought I hadn't been to the friggin' machine yet. So, she took me there to observe others. How humiliating.

When I was just about to try again, there were two tourists walking away from the machine looking totally confused. They told the security lady that they bought two tickets but they got three!!!

In his hands, there were three odd looking black sort of coins. OH THAT'S AN EFFIN' TICKET!!

One of those was my effin' token!!!

Token



I sorted it all out and apologised to them for being a total clown there.

And so I made my way down to the platform. Ahhh.. reminds me of Hong Kong, really.

Platform



One sure thing I liked about it was that it's not freezing inside the train. Unlike the BTS, again.

Boarding the train at Sukhumvit station



On my way from Sukhumvit to Silom, the default doors to open at a station were on the right hand side. So, every time it was changing to the left, the driver would go on the PA and inform the passengers about it - in Thai. Now, how the fcuk would the foreigners understand it?

That's not the case on my way back to Sukhumvit though. The driver didn't give a hoot whether or not the passengers knew which side to get out.

All in all, it's fun. I had a good laugh at myself. I finally got to see the effin' subway for the first time. I like it. :D

Gotta feel better

Oh well, I can't afford to be blue too long. One of my most favourite ways out of all time... WORK!!!

Well, yeah, I'm still sad. I'm still hurt. I'm still depressed. But I keep all that for after work. That should help. And I should feel better soon.

I didn't write about last Friday.

I had a party with friends from a forum. We went to the Titanium Sukhumvit 22. That was good fun. I went there with my friend Ian. And got Rose to come over too. Overall, it's a very interesting venue. They've got frozen vodka too (at -9 Deg C). 180 THB a shot. If anyone wants to try it out, just keep in mind they don't do any food.

Me and Rose at the Titanium



At some point, I sneaked to the Dubliner as Aime was there. She was leaving for Canada the next day. So, I went there to give her a good hug and to say my "See you soon". Now, Aime is in Canada. Natasha is in Australia. The pubs wil never be the same without them. :(

Anyway, back to the meet, I met a few interesting new faces that night. Good laugh. Wherever the boys moved to, I just followed. Before I knew it, 7 of us (from over 25 at the beginning of the event) were sitting at a restaurant for some food at about 2 AM. I was the only female standing. HA!!!!

I was so so so drunk and tired. One certain guy was joking around that looked like I needed a place to stay now. I was getting worried myself as I wouldn't be able to drive home. Ian then told the boys that he would sort me out. The guy said "You smooth bastard" :D

Yeah, I stayed with Ian. We went to sleep around 4 AM. Nothing happened! He's one super nice friend that wouldn't let a drunken friend drive unsupervised. Thanks for helping me out again, Ian. :)

I came home the next day. Went online for a while. And my (still.. but not so much longer) mate kept bugging me that I had to go to a friend's wedding that evening. I was totally knackered, for the love of God!!! So, I told her I needed to sleep and would see if I could make it.

I went to sleep around 4 PM.

Despite a few calls and texts from around the world...

I woke up at 10 AM the next day.

Told you I was knackered. :D

I'm feeling a bit better this week even though still pretty depressed after work. My Aussie boss is now back in the office. It's never quiet when he's in. :D

So, well, before I start getting depressed again, I'm going to publish this one. And do something constructive.

Like go shopping.

Or eating.

No drinking... yet.

PS. Lee Shamrock will be back from holiday in a week. Now Bangkok is going to lose its peace and silence. Watch out, Bangkokians. He's coming back!

But I have to be out of love

Well, I wish I could say it's complicated.

But it's not.

I really do love him. But it's not going anywhere. It's now up to me to decide wherever we're going. Tough call.

Sometimes we just meet the right person at the wrong time.

Oh well...

I'm in love...

... again.

... until next argument and I start calling him names again.

Motorway


Well, obviously, I survived last weekend in Pattaya.

Getting there



I arrived in Wonderland on Saturday afternoon. Relaxed. And met up with Ian later that evening. We went to The Blues Factory. Too bad, Lam Morrison (Guitar King) wasn't playing that night. But the other band was very good too.

The next day, I felt strangely lonely. So, I decided to stay another night there. I went to The Blues Factory again. No more disappointment. Lam Morrison was playing. I really did enjoy his music. He hasn't been called Guitar King for nothing, my friends.

I had a chat with him after work. Man, was I ever excited.

Now there is one thing I don't like when I have had a bit too much to drink.

I will turn red. I mean, too many red spots on my chest and my back. Very awful.

Oh well, not too big of a deal.

The next day, I thought I would get up early and drive straight to work. Bad news, my period fucked me up completely. Only 12 hours, and the pain was killing me. I just couldn't get out of the bed. Let alone drive for 2 hours. Hours later, I had to check out. Good enough that I felt a little better.

When I was heading back to Bangkok, I thought I would give Chris a call. He didn't make it to Pattaya. I knew why, so I didn't give him grief. Anyway, I wanted to just chat with him. The conversation went very well and we had a very nice chat (freaky enough at this stage). I asked him if we could meet up as I would have to drive past his area anyway. He told me he would get back to me in half an hour.

And he did (getting pretty freaky now).

And he said we could meet up (Okay, this's way too freaky, mate).

Last time I saw him was early of October last year. Think about it. I'd been totally convinced that all the affection, love and everything was out of the window ages ago.

So, we met up. We took quite some time (and some beers) to be totally comfortable with each other again. We had a really great time together. So, all loved up again.

Obviously, we are two hopeless romantics.

When he said "Oh honey, you are so beautiful. You are wonderful. I love you so much.", I would say "You are so full of shit." He then said "You're very romantic, baby" and we held each other tight.

He opened up a bit and talked about our major problem. I didn't want to go there, honest. It's just simply painful. It hurt me so much. Now, thinking back about what he said to me, I've had tears running down my face. Well, at least, I know he still loves me.

We stayed the night in town. I kept waking up all night though. Everytime he moved. Everytime he went to the bathroom. I would wake up and see if he was coming back to sleep. I was so scared he would disappear if I fell asleep.

How sad is that?

But he never did. He was with me all night.

We had breakfast together. The four-lettered magic word was still there. He loves me.

He rang me up a while later - after I'd left for work - to make sure I was all right there. And he promised he would try his very best to make it to another party on Friday with me.

Oh we're all loved up again.

Now why have I felt this pain inside me?

Thank Fcuk It's Bloody Friday!

Oh did I ever look forward to this weekend..

I don't know why. But I've been so tired and exhausted.

I'm going to Pattaya for the weekend. Well, back to the Blues Factory. My great mate, Ian, has been holidaying there for a while. Now, it's time for me to get my arse down to the beach and join him.

Nothing fascinating about Pattaya, other than the Blues Factory of course.

But it's just so bloody close to Bangkok.

Chris really wants to go with me this time. But I don't know yet if he can make it. Well, I would prefer to have him there. But.. oh, I don't know.

I believe he's been trying to make it there though. He used to talk out of his arse way too often, but not this time. I really believe him this time. And he also knows I really want him to go with me. Even on the phone, I think he could detect it from my voice that I was a very sad puppy to hear that he wouldn't probably be able to make it.

Thinking back about the trip to Phuket which was a total disaster and led to one of our biggest arguments with tons of name callings...

I know he now wants to make it up to me...

Oh, I'm so tired

Really. I'm exhausted.

My Israeli boss has been back from a site overseas. A bit busy today as she was away for about 5 weeks. Plus, some shit about a visa - which was not my fault, by the way.

I tried my best to sort out some shit today while Aussie boss was out of the country. And I believe God saved the best for last.

Just when I was thinking I should head out (about 7:30PM), I thought I should give this certain girl a call. She's been under procesing to go work in UAE. Her work permit is nearly done over there. And the employer has been asking for more document and if she could fly out end of this month. Of course, she never gave me the answer, only said she would call me back. Which she never did.

Time is precious, my friends. So, I gave her a call today to see if she already made up her mind. Her sister answered the phone.

And there's a shocking news waiting for me.

The sister said that the girl couldn't go to work overseas anymore due to family crisis. This and that and blah de blah. And said "I'm sorry."

Wait a minute. Do you really think it's over just by saying you're sorry? You wish!

I told her that the employer has spent a lot of money to work on the girl's work permit. And she can't just say "Sorry" and walk. I made it clear that, by backing out at this stage, she's causing so much damage to everyone. So, she'll be likely paying the employer back for all the expenses already invested. More headaches to come, as this family is having a big financial problem. The girl still owes my company some money too.

I've sent an email to the employer and my Aussie boss. No replies from the employer yet. I hope I didn't give her a heart attack...