Red hot, I says, red hot

I'm checking the current temperature in Bangkok on Yahoo! Weather. This can't be right. It says 31 Deg C at the moment, high 34 Deg C and low 26 Deg C. This just can't be right. It was hot as hell today, and it won't be much different tomorrow. More like 40 Deg C to me!!!

Bangkok is usually heaven over Songkran. Quiet and peaceful. Lots of people have gone up-country. What makes it hell... ish is the heat. I hid in the house all day today. It was really too hot to go outside. Could bloody well get burnt if stood outside longer than 30 seconds.

Ahhh... good day off. I spent all afternoon on the couch letting the telly watch me sleep.

I still have no idea why I slept so much this afternoon. There's something about that couch. Everytime I sat there watching the telly, I would fall asleep within an hour. Always. Weird shit.

My sis and I came home yesterday. But Mum just got here today. Well, Mum and Dad have split. But Mum comes home when we, kids, are here for the weekend. It feels weird, really.

Well, I got to chat with Mark yesterday. The first time in nearly 6 weeks. It felt strange. And our conversation was strange as well. At some point, I felt as if I was arguing with a 5-year-old boy. As if I was trying to explain stuff to my son, instead of the father of my son.

Not that I have a child or anything.

I got a bit pissed off on a few odd occasions during our conversation last night, when he was throwing in some poor and ridiculous arguments. It's annoying and frustrating. But funny in the same time. I got this picture in my head.. when I said something he didn't like, or didn't know how to respond, he crossed his arms pouting and saying "Piss off, I don't believe you". You gotta admit that it's a funny behaviour to see a 32-year-old man doing.

Not that he actually did that or anything. :D

But still funny, nonetheless.

I was trying to solve our problems. I was being totally blunt and honest. That's the only way to solve all this shite, I think. I've tried not to get upset over his odd behaviours or arguments. It wouldn't help. Best is to stay calm, be honest, explain things clearly and carefully, etc. I always tell two sides of the story - his side and mine. I did something wrong, I said so. He did something wrong, I said so too. That's just me. I don't go around tell people I am the victim and he is the evil bastard. Uh no. Not my style.

I don't know what he's been telling people over there though. But I'm pretty sure I'm some sort of witch in those people's opinions. It tends to happen that way if one doesn't know both sides of the story.

I admitted whatever I did wrong. But not in this lifetime will I ever admit any crime I didn't do.

Oh well... it's not over yet.

In the book I'm reading, The Other Side Of The Story, I found something worth thinking about.

"Why do we have such a finite capacity for pleasure but an infinite one for pain?"

Got me speechless for hours, this one.