So I got up early in the morning when my sister IMed me at 3:30am thinking I was still up. Well I wasn’t; but after the msn ding and my body refusal to sleep more then 5 hours woke me up.

Got out of my room around 7:30 am to get my free breakfast. This “The Blooms” hotel I’m staying is pretty decent but I do notice plenty of white dudes coming in and out with their hookers. This must be one of those places where cheap one nights deeds are done. I feel sorry for the cleaning ladies.

Anyway I got my breakfast and met up with the three old ladies whom I was helping out about their immigration problems. Well after finding the building and running thru all the hoopla getting electronic cards to go up the ladder and to the floor of the embassy, turns out the damn thing closes on Fridays and weekends. OK fine.. Monday it is then.

So I arrive at my old Highschool (EIS) soon there after. Right off the bat I found a few people and totally caught them off guard. One of them was an old friend named Fred who is a teacher. I went upstairs to his room and I asked if “Ajarn Fred” was there. Man you know how weird it is to call a friend of yours an “Ajarn”? Anyway I went in and he walked passed me and then he looked at me and didn’t recognize me at first then he remembers. He’s an interesting fellow that guy. He graduated with a dentistry degree but after taking a year to teach he got addicted to it and totally forsaken the path of fixing bad teeth. I thought about it. Whats more fun? Cleaning someone’s dirty mouth or kicking the mental brains of little annoying kids (and its definitely much easier to do in this country then in the US where kids are brought up to be little punks). I’d say the latter.

I also went to my former secondary/middle school which totally looks a lot uglier then I used to remember. This is the place where I went to school til grade 7 (from grade 2). I remember the first day I went into the class. I was this Burmese kid who didn’t speak a word of English and Thai. I just sat there in the class and cried when my mother left. It was pretty freaky in that situation. Of course there were other horrible memories. Like for example, me wearing coconut oil in my hair which emits a scent that was not appreciated by my roommates and even more so when mixed with sweat. Another time was me being forced to shave because I had lice in my hair. Oh and wearing the traditional Burmese facial cream (tha na kah) which also stopped as it was preventing me from fitting in. I was just about to talk about a boner situation I had too but I stopped just on time.. on wait I didn’t.. oops.

So afterward I got on a motorcycle taxi and went to Pra Kanong. See Pra Kanong is a magical place; at least during my younger days. There is everything you ever wanted there. All manner of foods just transmitting all their awesome smells into your nostril and totally unhinging your already full stomach to accept more stuff. There are also a ton of kanom glittering with shiny alluring glows. On the left area is the market place where you can get all the fresh foods. Sliced and diced fishes and such. I remember the first time I was in that area. My mother was buying a fish and I was literally rocked out of my mind when I saw the seller pulled out a wiggling fish, pulled out her meat cleaver and tried to chop it. But this fish was a fighter and was struggling effectively. The little woman with a meat cleaver let out an annoyed tone from her mouth and she turned the cleaver on its other side and smash the fish. That stunned the fish and like a freaking ninja, she took that split second to chopped off the head. There’s also the shady 5 baht porno theater around that area.. or was it 10 baht? shit I can’t remember.

As I walk along the road I bought some dark chicken balls with spicy dip. This is the life right here. I’m slowly walking along smelling everything, chewing my hot spicy balls, feeling the sweat build up from the heat, felt my mouth burn from the sauce. Sweat and grime slowly increases in intensity. Damn there is nothing that can repeat this feeling.

But one thing really annoyed me to no end. As I ran out of the sweaty chicken balls, I noticed I couldn’t find a single damn trash can to throw away the garbage. What the fuck! While I was trying to find a trash can, I ran into an older teacher from my old HS. I asked him why there isn’t any trash cans and he said some people set up bombs in trash cans before and they got rid of it. He then said he was joking. I’m not sure what the hell is going on other the fact that there was no place to throw my trash and my hand just refuse to allow me to just throw it into a dark corner. Finally after wasting a few minutes of my time, I said fuck this and found a spot with alot of trash and put up my share to keep Bangkok dirty.

So I got on the skytrain to go to Silom. I don’t know why I listened to random taxi driver opinions. Seems most of them turned out to be worthless. First I asked a driver how far he thinks Ekamai road was and he told me it would cost like 250 baht and 2.5 hour drive. Well shit it was more like 30 mins and 70 baht. Way off. Well then why the hell did I listen to the driver who gave me the tip to go to Silom/Siam area to pick a ride to go back to my hotel. Well when I arrive there nobody know where the fucking road was anyway. I had to ask around til I met some motorcycle people who knew where it was but were going to charge me an arm and a leg for it. I said sure.. I was just tired of asking around. Got on the nice bike and this one I had to wear a helmet. Not sure why some areas they give you the helmet to wear while you don’t on others. Anyway we had a close call on the trip. In one area, a taxi sorta bumped into the motorcycle. The motorcycle driver of mine turned around with this I’m-going-to-fucking-jump-out-of-my-bike-and-cut-you-into-two-pieces-like-an-angry-ninja-on-steroids. It was pretty cool.

So after I got raped by the price of my bike fare, I showered all the sweat away and feeling all good. I didn’t have any plans for the night and was just going to do some online work. There was a chance that I was going to go out as one of my close friend said he might be going to a protest/rally against the government that night. I wanted to go along and video it but he said it might not happen as the weather was bad. As it turned out he did call me but it wasn’t to go to the protest but rather to go to route 66 and get smashed! No sorry.. I did it to myself. He drank very little while I almost drank the whole bottle of Bailey. He then said he was going to take me to a Japanese restaurant owned by his friend. When we arrived there he ordered some Johnny Walker Red and started mixing it. I drank quite a few cups of it. Some of his friends arrived to join us. By then I was more then a little tipsy. One of his friend was this Thai dude who was fucking hilarious or it was just the alcohol which made me think he was? Either way he and I laughed at everything like it was the funniest thing since midget porn. He used to live in LA and spoke to me in the standard Thai accent which exponentially enhances the comedy he was doing. I gotta say.. it was a pretty awesome night.

My friend finally got me a taxi at 3am and told the guy the road. I don’t know how the hell he did that because I can never tell the damn Taxi where I wanted to go. He was able to do that on his first try. He couldn’t send me home because he got a ticket and being caught driving would bust his ass. He did call me to make sure I was back at the hotel though. I fell into a semi conscious state when I was being taken back to the hotel. I did wake up on time as he was nearing the hotel though. I paid him and got out and notice that my bladder was literally about to explode. I ran to the elevator and hit my floor number, frantically trying to move in different ways to control my bladder. I was like trying to dance all over again (and believe me thats not a pretty sight). I ran to my room and quickly rushed to the bathroom and let out what seems like the rushing fountain of hell.

Then I jumped onto my bed and died.