Pa da da da dum...

It's Tuesday.

And I'm back at work.

Oh, I also got a phone call from my Irish mate in England this afternoon. Nice chat.

New ID... again

Well, since I lost my ID, I took today off work to go get my new ID done.

I thought I would have to go to the Amphur (district office) to make it easy. But dad's employee told me that I could as well go to a sub branch in a certain shopping centre - 20 minutes away. Hmm.. the Amphur and shopping centre....

So, I went to the shopping centre.

I got there around 10:30AM. Went to make a couple of photo copies. Came back to the sub branch and I got #10.

New ID now is a smart card. It has some chip in it.

The ID might be "smart", but the system/network definitely is not.

After the first few people got their IDs done, the system crashed.

The whole process should have taken 10 minutes max. But I left the shopping centre with a new ID around 1:00PM.

I have yet to look up and see what on earth this bloody "smart card" can do. They now scan your thumbs and index fingers too!!!

Anyway, my picture on the ID card looks nice though. :D

After the ID card, I went to my shit kid sister's school near the house. For some reason, no one in my family went there to get her name out of the system yet. And the kid has been in India for nearly 3 months now. So, I got that done today too. I couldn't be arsed to drive almost an hour to sort my driving license today anyway.

Interesting to see what sort of driving license I'll get. The old one that I lost was good for life. But the Department of Land Transport has got rid of that type years ago. Bollox really if I will have to go there every year to renew it.

Oh well....

No, seriously...

I don't have problems with the Irish.

Well, I mean I enjoy Paddys Bashing (or Yanks, or Pommies, or Scots, or Aussies, or Thais for that matter :D ) as much as the next lunatic. But nothing against the entire Ireland.

Honest!!!

:D

Irish Maths

A construction boss in Belfast was interviewing men when along came a guy named Paddy from Dublin.

'I'm not hiring no dumb fock paddy from Dublin,' the foreman thought, so he made up a test hoping that Paddy wouldn't be able to answer the questions and he'd be able to refuse him the job without getting into a dispute.

"Here's your first question," the foreman said. "Without using numbers, represent the number 9"

"Wittout nombers?" Paddy says. "Agh! feck aff dat's easy," and he proceeds to draw 3 trees. "What's this?" the boss asks. Paddy replies, "Ain't ye got no brains? Tree'nTree'nTree makes 9. Are ye feckin' tick or wa?"

"Fair enough," says the Boss. "Here's your second question. Use the same rules, but this time use the number 99."

Paddy stares into space for a minute, then picks up the picture he has drawn and makes a smudge on each tree. "Dare ye arre, me mucker." The Boss scratches his head and says, "How on earth do you get that to represent 99?"

Paddy says "Each a de trees is dirty now! So it's dirty tree 'n dirty tree'n dirty tree-daa makes 99". The Boss is getting worried he's going to have to hire the Dubliner so he says, "All right, last question. Same rules but this time use 100."

Paddy stares into space again, then picks up the picture once more, makes a little mark at the base of each tree and says, "Dare ye arre, buddy, a hunnert."

The Boss looks at the picture for a moment and says, "You must be nuts if you think that represents 100!"

Paddy leans forward and points to the mark at the base of the trees. "See der? Well a little feckin' doggie comes along and takes a shoite on each a dem trees, so now ya got dirty tree an' a turd, dirty tree an' a turd, dirty tree an' a turd-which makes a hunnert. Feckin' roit it does !!! When do I feckin' start?"

That was awesome

Yesterday was.. hmm.. interesting.

We've had a trainer from Paris in the office this week since one of our clients has just bought a shit load of products from this certain supplier. They are products for facial treatments. So, we sometimes have to take turn and go lie down being a dummy for the therapists in training.

My turn yesterday. And at the end of the treatment, they had to mask my face. I was thinking about lots of things and wasn't really paying attention on what was going on. Until I realised that I couldn't open my eyes, or speak. And the fear struck. I freaked out. I couldn't breathe. I felt like I was drowning. I had to send SOS signal to our own trainer (Thai), so she realised it was some bleedin' phobia. A therapist had to remove the mask slowly from my face, while our Thai trainer was holding my hand.

That was very embarrassing.

I've tried not to stay late at work anymore - after the attack. So, 6:30pm or something, I started at the Irish XChange first since Rose was there. Messed around a bit. Talked some shite (very little). And we went to the Dubliner.

Lots of smoke in there last night. More than usual. There was a birthday party in the house. Sek Loso's Bass player's - Chris. They are all friends with Lee Shamrock.

So, at one stage, Chris and Sek came downstairs to join Lee for a bit. That was absolutely fantastic.

While they were singing, playing and jumping, Lee noticed I was taking out a camera. So, he hopped to me asking if I was going to take a pic of him and Sek and Chris. Of course I was, ya stoopid. Sek don't come to play there every night, do he? But it was Rose's camera (I bleedin' forgot mine). So, it took me quite some time to run and ask Rose how the bleedin' thing worked and back to actually take pictures.

Chris, Sek and Lee


Chris and Sek



Great night out!

Paddy Irishman

"Why won't you marry me?" demanded Paddy. "There isn't anyone else is there?"

"Oh, Paddy." Sighed Biddy, "there must be."

No One Escapes The Law

Scary shit

Monday afternoon, a woman was attacked in my office building.

The attacker had been seen around the Fire Exit (opposite the Ladies) prior to the attack. This lady went into the loo on 17th floor and he followed. She yelled at him saying it's the Ladies. He then locked her in a cubicle and stabbed her. He even used the tissue paper to stop the blood from leaking out of the cubicle.

He was seen later on 14th floor washing his hands in the Ladies.

The landlord sent a letter to all tenants today saying that the police are on the case, reassuring that their security system is up to standards (BOLLOX!!!), blah de blah.

All tenants know the truth. Their security system is shite. There are a few ways to get into this building without the security staff noticing, and you pick any office from there.

This is very scary. I'll make sure I leave the office doors locked at all times when I'm in here by myself or after working hours.

BORED BORED BORED

Jasus, I've been bored shiteless.

I still feel lost out there without work. I mean, I really need to be at work. Else, I don't have a clue what to do with my time. And God help me, I can't bleedin' work all the time.

I stayed in town last weekend since I didn't quite feel like taking shite from anyone else. I've allowed myself to feel like shite already, thank you very much. It was rather peaceful. But lonely in the same time. I will work that problem out one day.

I've had a few drinks too - while I was so determined to remain on the wagon for a week. Only to show my fellow pissheads that I could do it.

Never made it to Day 3 yet.



Anyway, I might write about the "signs" I mentioned in last entry some day.

I just might.

It's dry again

It's Buddhist holiday today. So, the country is dry.

Very dry. Even the pubs that used to serve alcohol on Buddhist holidays last year don't do it this year. Oh God...

Oh.. shouldn't be a big deal. A few days ago, I said to my friends that I would stay off the booze for a week to prove that I ain't an alkie - while they are.

Then, I had a few pints last night.

So, start over again.

I have been depressed the past several days. Now I'm back to the Cry Everyday stage. It sucks.

I met Rose, a few other friends, and Andrew & his date in the pub last night. Andrew has been very supportive and caring. He said nice things about me. Gave me some certain compliment that I took years to earn it. That's huge, coming from a conservative Englishman like him. He makes me feel good about myself.

Not only him though. Another great friend of mine, Ian, has been extremely supportive as well. Even though he is not in Thailand at the moment, but we keep in touch all the time. We chat nearly everyday. I still can't imagine how I would handle the whole thing without him.

You see..... even friends keep in touch when they are apart. You would think engaged couple would have done the same, if not more. I mean, more like everyday!

There were definitely signs that things were not exactly the same as I thought they were after he got back in Ireland. And I ignored them all believing in everything I had been told. I really did believe it was real. That he would be back round May or June with a ring.. and necessary documents so we could get married. I overlooked all the signs. Now I have to pay for it.

Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)

I don’t want to die,

I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all

Weekend is here

Yet another public holiday tomorrow. Jasus, I really have no idea how my country have made it to these days.

I don't think I have everything covered. I feel like... I've forgetten to do something and I'm not sure if I should go to my parents' home. I know I couldn't post some documents today because post offices were closed. Yes, some sort of royal Ceremony and it's their holiday.

The cruise ship project, I'll get it done in a few minutes.

The England project.... ha! Right. I'll get some of it done today too.

Hmmm... there must be something else.

My Aussie boss seemed to understand me when I told him I was going to be a bit strange for a while so "don't mind me". He knows my head is currently in Lala Land.

Ahh.. should do a quiz now if someone knows why.

A pint of your choice will be sent your way if you get it right!




... I was joking.

You gotta love this place

This office building is great... not!

Our landlord has increased the rent late last year. Then, they have changed the management company (their name shall bloody well be withheld). And the quality of the service has gone downhill since.

Long wait for elevators (there are two embassies in this building). Electricity was out on a few occasions - for hours each. Elevetors are out of service.

Yesterday, when I came to work in the (sort of) morning, one out of three elevators was out of order... again. They were working on it. In the meantime, there were a million people in the lobby waiting for the elevators. 85% of those came to apply for visas on top floor. Three turns and I got in. Oh, and I saw a Viking I met in the pub two weeks ago there. It turned out he worked for one of the embassies here.

Around 5pm, the office maid heard an announcement (on PA in the toilet which is right next to my office - yes, PA in toilets and somewhere in front of the elevators only) that now all three elevators were fooked, so please use the stairs.

My office is on 18th floor. Those poor Scandinavian people are on 20th floor.

So, I couldn't stay late to work. I had to walk down the stairs with boss and colleagues right after work.

I felt totally lost out there. The sun was still there.. somewhere. I didn't know what to do. Thank God Rose went to the pub early, so I went there to see her for a bit. Then, she had to go elsewhere. I decided to get my video rental membership card sorted, had dinner, and woohoo! I got a text from Andrew that he was in another pub with his cousin.

So, I met him there. Had a relatively good night out - it's just that I've been a bit sad and lonely. Then, I noticed that Viking was in the pub again! I didn't say anything. Until he started talking to me.

Apparently he didn't remember we had chatted before. So, started afresh. I asked him if he worked for the embassy. He paused for a good few seconds. Surprised how on earth I knew that. Chatted with him for a bit. This time round was better than the first time we had chatted. :D

It's actually nice to go out meet people who don't always say or do stuff just hoping to get into your pants.

Now that was fun

Yesterday morning wasn't fun. I had to work. Yup, on a Saturday!

We had a client coming in for interviews. Thank goodness I managed to get at least one good candidate for the client. So, it kind of evened out when I screwed up on another candidate. I got the client a candidate from last time!! Problem was, last time with this client, I had at least two people messing with my candidates' files while helping me getting candidates. So, I couldn't really remember this one. I did think her name sounded familiar. But didn't really think she'd met this client before. Arrrggggghhhhh!!!

Anyway, so I went down the pub in the evening. A good friend of mine, Joey, came in from the US. And we agreed he would teach me to play pool.

We went to a place that had lots of tables so we wouldn't be nagged all night. That was interesting. And fun, actually.

I managed to hit quite a few things. That was one great achievement. Not to mention I got some balls down! Although it was the white one on a few odd occasions.

WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, MY FRIENNNNNNNNNNDS.

Andrew came to join us for a bit. He was in fact better at it than he had told me. Maybe I shouldn't play with him like we had planned. 2.5 hours lesson yesterday shouldn't be enough to kick his arse. Huh!!!

Even weirder

I left my office late last night since I had bugger all to do.

As usual, I walked towards Nana (Sukhumvit soi 4 - lots of girlie bars and go-go bars, for those who don't know) to get a cab. I was minding my own business and was thinking (about Mark - cue sarcastic laugh), my mind was completely occupied. Then, I noticed some guy was walking towards me and getting way too close, so I turned away. While walking past, I heard he murmured something. Like... "...(something)..... wanna take it?" and gave me a strange look.

My mind was occupied so I didn't really get it at first. Then, it was starting to kick in. SAY WHAT?????

He was walking slowly and still looking back to see how I reacted. Problem was, it took me a while to be sure what he just did.

While I wanted to yell at him I ain't a hooker, I decided against it. Lots of people seemed to know something was wrong anyway - from the way I stared at the freak. Besides, there were lots of, errm, working girls around there.

Think that's weird already?

Let me tell you now that he was a Thai guy. Short. Old. Ugly.

Now that's way too weird. :D

Weirdos

Just so many weirdos out there.

Having spent as little time as possible on Yahoo IM over the past several months, I kind of forgot why I had a funny feeling everytime I signed in.

Now I remember.

I'm still not sure why I tried leaving it online for longer than an hour again. Probably Suddenly Single Syndrome. Well, I will blame everything on it anyway.

Jasus, you wouldn't believe how weird some people are.

Yesterday winner was this guy... out of nobloodywhere, he sent me "sure about that" via Yahoo IM. I made a mistake by replying "?????". And he went on the Hi-How-Are-You routine. I was working, so didn't check it right away. In the next minute (that is 60 seconds), he sent "Hi Kay. How are you? Are you there? Talk to me. I know you are there, talk to me. What's it with you?"

I was confused, didn't exactly know what to do. So, I lectured him a bit about manners and sent him on Ignore list.

Today was not any better. I got only two. But it's all about quality, not quantity, baby!

The first one, I did hesitate to reply since, from his ID, I guessed he would be a bit out there. I was right. The convo went on like this..

Weirdo: what are you doing?
Kay: working
Weirdo: boring
Weirdo: i'm home
Kay: some of us have to work for a living
Weirdo: just got the day off
Kay: right
Weirdo: do you work with anyone you want to fuck?
.................... (after a long pause, I resumed)
Kay: you know, i did hesitate when i first saw your ID. but i'm certain now. so, please just go fuck yourself. :) ciao!

And he made his way to my Ignore list.

The second one arrived fairly shortly after the first one's departure.

He seemed sane at first. But then, "can i ask you a naughty question?" I made it clear that no, no naughty question and explained it nicely why. I think it is extremely strange to go around asking strangers a "naughty question". Told him I just got one earlier, so no more. He asked "what was it? let me guess. he asked what colour your panties are?"

I told him in a damn certain tone that I wouldn't talk about it so he may as well quit asking.

Never mind, he was okay with that. So, that was his naughty question for me anyway.

He wanted to know my knickers' colour.

I just don't understand these people.

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