Rules During World Cup: Men vs. Women

I know, I know the World Cup is now over with the victory of Spain (Yow!!!!!) and the glory of Paul the Octopus (Luv ya, baby!) However, I would just like to write something a bit relating to the occasion.

While the World Cup was still going on a a few weeks ago, my friend forwarded a funny e-mail about "Rules for Women During World Cup". It goes:

★ Rules For Women During The World Cup!★


1) If i catch you saying Cristiano Ronaldo is hot, you will automaticaly get a smack on the chin.

2) During the World Cup the television is mine. At all times without any exceptions. Eastenders, Hollyoaks and Corrie can all get to Fuck. Go keep the bed warm for me.

3) I will most likely have a coupon or a bet on. So if you see me upset because one of my teams is losing, Don't dare say:
It's only a game
Get over it
They will win next time.
This will only result in a break up or a divorce.

4) Most importantly, making love is out of the question during the entire month. Except from in between matches. If i fall asleep and miss a match.. this will lead to again a divorce or a break up.

5) The replays of the goals are very important. I don't care if I have seen them already. I want to see them again.

6) Make sure you are taking note.

7) Tell your friends NOT to have any parties or gatherings that will require my attendance.
a) I will cuss at you.
b) You will sleep on the sofa.
c) I just will not go

8) However, if a friend of mine invites us to his house on a Saturday to watch a game, we will be there in a flash.

9) The World Cup is not a cheesy excuse for us to spend time together. You are welcome to watch one game with me, only one game and you must keep silent during it. except from half time and during commercials

10) Men are immune to the words "Thank god the world cup is only every 4 years"
After The World Cup comes the:
Champions league
Euro 2012 qualifying
and all the domestic leagues.

11) During The World Cup you can have the remote between 12am and 6am.

12) The Referee is always a wanker.

13) If you here me scream your name be ready to:
Grab me a drink.
Grab me a snack.
Get me new batteries for the remote.

You will not be needed for anything else.

14) During the game I will not be able to hear or see you.
Your job is to make sure there is some beer in the fridge.

15) Another Rule is to look at the girl in the picture. Try to be more like her. (attached a picture of a sexy woman)

16) Don't ask what the offside rule is. This will result in anther smack on the chin and also another for not being in the room keeping the bed warm.


Now, this is what Plain Jane has to say to whoever made up the rules:

★What Men Should Realize During World Cup★

1. I don't care much about a game where 22 men playing with a ball, but Damn! Cristiano Ronaldo is HOT! If you dare smack me. I'll smack you back with a remote.

2. The television isn't Yours. The game isn't on the whole day. Have some consideration.

3. Even if you have a coupon or a bet on, I'll still say:
"Get over it"
"They'll win next time"
It's not my fault that your team lose, and I pity you for losing money in such a silly way. If you want to break up, fine! My life is better off without a man who's into gambling anyway.

4. Making love is not out of the question. You are just incapable of multi-tasking unlike women. But don't worry, I have secret lovers to satisfy my need ;)

5. I don't give a damn about the replays. Wait...was that Ronaldo? Damn! He's HOT!

6. Make sure you take note. Sorry, I forgot you suck at multi-tasking. Just keep reading then.

7. I don't recall that any of my friend ever had any party or gathering that required your attendance. If it happens, I'll make sure to take someone else.

8. If your friends invite us, feel free to go alone. I'd rather do my own thing than hanging around football freaks.

9. The World Cup is not a cheesy excuse for us to spend time together. Agree! I don't want to spend time with a boyfriend who get jealous when I say Cristiano Ronaldo is hot anyway.

10. "Thank GOD the World Cup is on every 4 years" A little less madness I have to deal with.

11. .....Seriously, you sound like a dictator.

12. I don't care to know who's a wanker. However, you are becoming one.

13. If you scream my name and I don't respond, please realize that:
I'm not your slave
I'm not there to answer you
You're a jerk.

14. I won't get your beers from the store, so make sure you stock them in advance. Remember: I'M NOT YOUR SLAVE

15. If I look more like a girl in that picture, why would I even waste my time with you? However, I would try if you try to be more like this guy. (attached a picture of Critiano Ronaldo in nothing but boxers)

16. Really, if you don't even have the patience to explain the simple rule such as offside and treathen to smack me if I ask, you are just a low-life douchbag who doesn't know how to treat women. Please pack your belongings and get out of my life right now. I don't need you to make my life worse.

Yep, I shared this with some other people, and we had a good laugh. My friend who gave me the male article even shared it with her British boyfriend, and he found it amusing. Hey, thanks. I do have some good wit and humor from time to time ^-^

Funny Clip (Ring King Kong)

I found this on Youtube. It's so funny that I have to post it in my blog (but really, who would ever read my blog anyway?)

Busy

I'm back to be quite busy again. That kinda detains me from writing a lengthy blog. Oh well, I guess I'll have to stop my English writing practice for a while. Gosh...I hate office work sometimes. I'd rather work on my own finding fun stuff to write on this blog. But, hey, reality bites. I have to work to pay the bills. I wish I were born rich like Paris Hilton or someone that level. She doesn't have to do a damn thing and still has tons of money to spend! Of course, if I were as rich as she, I would make myself more useful to the society. Sigh...I can only dream. Ok. I must get back to work. X(

Never Trust a Man

I'm beginning to have a feeling that I might be partying too much at this point. Last Friday, Mark called me up right when I was about to fall asleep. It was a bit past midnight. He said Dave and Lily were with him at Route 66 in RCA and was wondering if I wanted to join. Of course, I ran out of the door within 15 minutes to party with them. I drank and danced until 3 or 4 in the morning. It was the usual stuff I have been doing a lot since I recovered from the appendix incident. Wow...come to think of it, it's been like 7 months since I almost died in that hospital. Life is indeed full of surprises.

Anyway, after going out last Friday, Mark called up again on Monday to see if I wanted to join Dave and him again. I said yes like I normally did. This time though, I learned a very very important lesson -- never trust a drunk man even if he is your best friend.

The thing is that Dave and I have been buddies since university. I kinda know that he has a tendency of acting funny when he is drunk. He can get to the point where he can't remember a thing the next morning. I've seen him like that many times before, but I never thought that he would be so out of control like on Monday night.

It was the usual stuff. Dave, Mark, and I went out and had beer. The boys were pretty stressed from work, so they tried to loosen up by drinking tons of alcohol. We first began by sitting and drinking at a bar then moved on to a club. Dave was extremely drunk and started to act funny like always. However, it was different because he played with me in a way that made me feel really uncomfortable. Although Dave is good-looking for being half Thai - half European, I don't appreciate him touching me in a sexual way. We are friends for crying out loud, and he has a girlfriend. Maybe it was because we were in a gay bar, so I was the only girl within Dave's reach. I totally understand that Dave wasn't himself because of alcohol, but he really scared me that night. There was one point that I actually considered it to be sexual harassment. Thank goodness that Mark was sober enough to help me out. Gosh...I wouldn't know what to do if Mark wasn't there. I bet Dave probably doesn't remember a thing of what he did. How could he remember when he didn't even know how he lost his money, ID, credit card, phone, and even his shoes the next morning? I haven't talked to him since Monday night because his phone was gone. However, Ying called me and asked if Dave was really that drunk. Well, I guess he was.

To be honest, I'm still pretty shock with Dave's behaviour. That lead me to the decision not to party with the boys for a while. I'll give it a rest a week or two. Good thing that Dave and Mark are out of town for business this week and won't be back until the end of the month. Dave'll probably be too busy with work to notice that I avoid him. I hope that Mark won't say anything about it since it would be weird and embarrassing for both of us.

Next time we hang out, I'll be more careful to stay away from Dave when he is wasted. Men are not meant to be trust even if they are your best friends.

Bring the Party Back

So, many of us just witnessed parts of Censure Debate between the government and the opposition which just ended just a few days ago. The government survived the censure vote quite easily. The PM's performance in giving speech in public was, in my opinion, as excellent as usual. I've never seen any politician as polite, calm, and collected as he. I'm no fan of politics and politicians, but I'm surely a big fan of politeness and calmness, especially in the heated situaion like what Thailand as a country is facing today. Many Thais doubt if he could lead and fix the problems. I can't say that I have much confidence. He, afterall, also took part in the crackdown of the Reds. Still, he appears to be a good person, and I'd like to believe that there are at least enough good people left waiting to shine and change the world for the better. Ah! Here I go rambling about politics again. Let's change the subject.

The curfew was finally over. Since hell broke loose on May 19, the government anounced the curfew every night until last Friday. Bangkok is a big city like NYC or LA; It never sleeps...er..."Slept" would be more accurate in this case. During the curfew, the city was so quiet. I never thought I would see the nights where my neighbourhood was dead silent and empty. Anyway, the government thought that it was safe enough now, so it cancelled the curfew on Saturday. My folks came up with a brillian idea that we should take this occasion to revive our party spirit.

21.00: The gang gathered and had glasses of beer at a bar recommended by Mark. There were 4 of us -- Dave, his girlfriend (Ying is the name), Mark, and me. We just chilled out and had random conversations until we got bored and decided to move on to another place.

22.30: After wandering in Sukhumvit area for a moment, the guys lead us to a sport bar. I thought the guys wanted to play pool, but I guess they suddnely didn't feel like it and told us girls that they would just have a beer and try to come up with a better place to go. Boy! the night was getting boring. However, Dave's girlfreind said she would have Long Island Ice Tea since the guys seemed to have problem with having a good time at the moment. She said Dave rarely asked her to come out with him, so she should just have fun and get drunk for the heck of it. Yeah! That's the spirit. Therefore, while Dave and Mark were engaging themselves with what seemed to be a deep discussion, Ying and I ordered our drinks and tried to accustom ourselves to throwing darts. It seemed as the amount of Long Island Ice Tea got lower, the better we played. By the time the male duo fetched us to leave with them, we were pretty tipsy.

Midnight: Mark took us to another bar with live band playing. Another friend, Jay, showed up and made a group of five. Alcohol consumption kept increasing. We sang merrily, shouted, laughed for no apparent reason, etc. At this point, I lost track of time, and my memory function flew out of a window. However, I did remember that I played counselor for Dave and Ying seperately. They've been dating each other for so long. Dave is my best malfriend, and Ying is also a nice woman. I would hate to their relationship end, but I have no idea how much longer they can last. Gosh...drama, drama, drama. It must be nearly two in the morning when we left that bar because I remember seeing a wait staff started cleaning as I tried to balance myself out of the door.

Some AM of Sunday: Finally at a dance club that opens until dawn. It was time to pull out my move. If you've ever listened to a song "Just Dance" by Lady Gaga, you can probably imagine what Lady Jane would be like at this hour. No. I didn't lose my phone nor my keys, but I, indeed, had a little bit too much and all that. The boys left us on the dance floor alomost immediately after we arrived. Ying and I had no clue where they could have gone, but we were too drunk to care. Two of us just danced and danced until we got tired. Eventually, we found them outside the club talking about something. They told us to wait for them and took of to have a talk somewhere else. Damn! were these men planing to assassinate the Prime Minister or something? So secretive! (I actually found out later about their secret. I was mad at Mark and Dave, but oh well...what's done is done.)

Some AM of Sunday: Minutes later, Ying and I were still waiting. I was getting bored and sleepy, so I lied down on a bench very close by. I was probably rambling about something (can't really remember) to Ying when a man came from nowhere asked if he could take a seat across me. He started a conversation and asked me different questions. I don't remember much about that guy nor our talk. I can only recall vaguely that he was French, that he was pretty cute and charming, and that he tried to persuade me to go somewhere with him. Haha...you know what this means, right? Sorry, no matter how good-loking a guy is or how drunk I am, this is not my kind of romance. I somehow managed to have Ying called the boys to get me away from the French womanizer. I remembered that Dave came running and was pretty mad because he thought that his girlfriend was the victim. Well, the party seemed to end right there.

Epilogue: 11am of Sunday, I found myself waking up in Mark's luxurious condo along with the rest of the group. Hungry, really wanted to eat something, found tons of cooking ingredients in Mark's fridge, asked permission to cook omelet. Mark asked if I actually knew how to cook and said he was usually the only one cooking. Gosh...what's with a man and his ego? Anyway, he let me use his kitchen, so all of us had omelet for brunch before bailing out of Mark's apartment.

That's it for the latest party update. My parents would probably shake their heads with extreme disapproval. But really, I'm not their little girl anymore. Sorry, I just want to go crazy until I got bored of it.

Political Freak Part II

Round 2: Facebook Message (May 18, 2010)

ac: For your information, NO western news report anything about the reds holding civilians as hotages. Where do you hear that from?

me: There are no literal hostages. But how about normal civilians who live right in the red zone and won't dare to or can't get out of the house for fear that they might get shot? They are as good as hostages in their own houses, if you ask me. And where do you get your news? I guess it must be CNN, right? Do you think they know everything other than "Government = Bad, Red Shirts = Fight for Democracy"? Really, by occupying the shopping district of the city, the Reds cause thousands of people to lose jobs and Thailand's economy suffers. They ask for their rights. But how about the rights of people who just want to live a safe and normal life? Don't those people have rights too? Those Red people have been pushing their limit even before the solidiers came out. They raid hospital, threaten people who don't agree with them, etc. Gosh...I understand why you support them, but I never thought you would come this far in defending them and with only tiny sympathy for those suffering innocent people.

Here are some WESTERN news that you might not have read -- http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE63H06E20100430?rpc=60 and http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1278839/Thai-protesters-use-child-human-shield-country-faces-civil-war.html
No need to reply me back. I just want you to know what's going on. Oh, and read some comments from Westerners too. You might find them interesting.

ac: Foreigners in Bangkok are weird. One guy said he would kill a child. I don't think I want someone like this joining my side.
Well, it's so fucked-up to use children like that. But, how many soliders have died in this clash? I only see the Reds got hurt or killed. So, of course, the government is the bad guy. Besides, they are to blame for not accepting the vote in the first place. They called these people stupid and refused the vote.

(May 19, 2010)

me: I guess the comment you refer to is this "...(copy of the whole comment)..." Now, I believe your English is way better than mine. Re-read the comment again and tell me who kill who. From my understanding, he didn't want to kill the child, but the person who ordered the child to be killed. What's wrong with this logic? Don't you try to manipulate me.

And you know what? Since the first clash back on April 10th til now, almost a hundred people have died, soldiers included. So, just because no soldiers died in that last 2-3 day doesn't mean the Reds should keep on protesting by burning the city down. Let me quote this:

"The military coup in 2006 wrongly overthrew the then democratically elected prime minister Thaksin Shinawatra. That was no democracy.

The coup council handed the power back to the people in 2007. The People Power Party (PPP) won the following election. That was democracy.

The PPP was banned by the Constitution Court for electoral irregularities and the parliament _ the democratically elected representatives of Thailand _ voted the Democrats into power. That was democracy.

The United Front for Democracy against Dictatorship (UDD) argue against the Democrat-led coalition government's legitimacy and protest for the government to step down and call a general election.

That was democracy.

And the UDD had won.

The goals of the UDD from the very start: They wanted a House dissolution. They will have one in September. They wanted a general election. They will have one on Nov 14. All within six months and PM Abhisit Vejjajiva's term actually ends in January 2012, a year and a half from now.

They should be dancing in the streets, celebrating victory. Then we can all go to the voting booth in November. Peace and democracy. But no.

The truth has revealed itself. The United Front for Democracy against Dictatorship is simply using democracy as a front in the interests of dictatorship.

Refusing the peaceful compromise, forsaking the democratic process, continuing to harm the country for the interests of one man, Thaksin Shinawatra, fighting against security forces of the rightful democratic government of Thailand _ that's an uprising, it's a rebellion.

It's criminal. That is not democracy.

If you disagree with me and think the UDD is in the right, then let me simplify it: The next time you're pulled over by the law in a traffic stop, you should just burn tyres, shoot slingshots at the cop and call him a dictator.

Anyone with an arrest warrant? No need to surrender. Barricade and fortify your home, fire slingshots and fire-crackers and call the law tyrannical.

Buy a lifetime membership to the Association of Anarchists. You don't belong in a civilisation.

It's worth repeating: They wanted a House dissolution. They have one in September. They wanted a general election. They have one on Nov 14. That's democracy. Instead, they flushed democracy down the toilet.


Let me repeat it again: They wanted democracy. They had democracy. We can all go to the voting booth on Nov 14. But they flushed democracy down the toilet and chose instead, a rebellion.

And when there's a rebellion, the government must put down the rebellion. Otherwise, we have anarchy. The law must be swift, severe and certain _ any student of criminology can tell you that. "


ac: Oh, I got it now. I just misread that comment.
Nowadays, in order for a country to grow, you need Democracy and Commerce. It means you need Western people like us to invest in your country. It's clear that you don't agree with the way of the Reds fight for democracy, but you need democracy nevertheless. And you know why. We support democracy, and it will make it easier for you to get money from us
From what I've heard, this current government term ended last fall, but they keep postponing the election.
By the way, the Reds are not burning down the city, they are just burning tires.

me: No. The term of the current government ends January 2010, I insist.And Didn't I tell you that the Reds could have had general election in November, if only they stoped protesting? Really, just hold on to your opinion that the Reds have the rights to burn "tires" for democracy. However, look at the picture I send you below and tell me if the thing in the picture looks like "tires" to you. For me, that looks like a building there. Oh, and please get your damn fact straight on the government's term. (attached a photo of a burning building with Red shirts in presence)

ac: I guess you're right on the government's term. However, please don't send me anything about this anymore. I will not reply.

me: It's a deal. As I siad, you have your opinion and I mine. My sincere apology that we have this debate. I started it anyway. I hope our friendship survives this.
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Well, that acquaintance in US hasn't written anything back to me since. I guess I kinda nailed him down and hurt his pride a bit. Seriously, I support democracy, but I don't see who in the right mind would go as far as burning down one's own country, ruin the country's economy, and bring harm to innocent lives for the sake of it.

Gosh...Thailand is in such a huge mess. How has my beloved country come to this point? Sigh...

Political Freak Part I

The political situation in Thailand is still unstable, but I don't want to give a damn about it anymore. Politics has never been my cup of tea. I just somehow got so absorbed into it to the point that my head hurts everytime I hear anything concerning Thaksin and the movement of Shirt people from whatever color. I think I will have to step away from political issues for a while for my health's sake. However, before I do so, let me have one last talk about it.

2 weeks ago, I felt as if I was a headstrong government supporter. I had a few talks with other foreign friends about the issue including a heated debate with an acquaintance in US (who once stayed in Thailand for 6 months and root for Thaksin and the reds). Of course, I'm no fan of the Reds, but this doesn't make me a fan of the current government and PM. I just try my best to use reasons, facts, logic and my sense of right and wrong. Really, if you don't agree that I'm the nicest, most intelligent and most beautiful woman to ever walk on earth, then you shouldn't agree that all Reds are only people wanting democracy and their manner of "peaceful protesting" was justified.

At first, I thought of writing on a light topic like the comeback of my mall after the crackdown. However, it's quite disturbing to know that no matter how badly people behave themselves, there will always be someone who is willing to justify their actions and point the finger of blame at someone else. It's been lingering in my mind. In this case, the acquaintance firmly said that the government was to blame for everything and the reds had their rights to fight for democracy. I do support democracy, but heck I couldn't let this attitude slide without having my say. So, this is the short version of the debate:

Round 1: Chat window (May 18 2010)

me: So, you still support the Reds and Thaksin, now that it's come to this point?
ac: Too bad that it turned violent, but they didn't ask much.
me: but there are innocent people stuck in the fight.
ac: They just want an election.
me: Before this happened they got what they wanted -- the general election in 6 months
ac: Why not now?
me: The yellow said they would come out if PM gave in to the reds' demand. The PM eventually talked the yellow to compromise. If the Reds are so sure they gonna win the election, why not go home a wait just another 6 months. To me, this is the victory of the Reds.
ac: They probably don't trust the government.
me: So they turned wild and bring harm to innocent people? The clash is quite near my apartment. I don't want to get caught up in the violence.
ac: For the people in the middle, ask yourself "how commit are you to democracy?"
me: What!?! Is this democracy? They set the street on fire and hold the city and its people as hostage. I don't want to talk about it anymore. Just pray for me that i don't get hurt or killed during this mess. (offline)

(to be continue...)

Bangkok Dangerous: The Red Riot Diary

I haven't checked this blog in ages and am very surprised to find that it's like 200,000 on the hit counter. I guess those who strayed into this blog probably want to know what went on in Bangkok due to the political protest. They must be very disappointed to find only nonsense here...haha Well, I guess I should say something about it since it directly effects my life.

It's a relief that the most ourageous protest in Thailand's history is over and now entering the "healing" phase. The government has started calculating the loss and cleaning up pieces in areas that are effeted by the protest. It is really sad to see the country once called "The Land of Smile" coming to this point. Thai people will have a hard time smiling for a while, but I'm very hopeful that we will make it through with a brighter smiles on our faces.

So, although, the protest went bad and left pretty much the whole country in misfortune, life must go on. The good news for me is that I'm still alive and my apartment is still untouched. The neighbourhood is pretty much in its normal state. I'd like to share with you my direct experience during this crisis.

Friday, May 14 2010: It was around 6 in the evening, and I was on the bus heading home from work. In order to go home by bus, I had to pass the intersection call Sam Liam Din Daeng which was near the blocked area. I saw people gathering at the sidewalk look at the direction towards the blocked road. As the bus was moving closer, I could see field nurses and doctors among them. Just a bit before the bus reached the intersection, there was a man standing in the middle of the street waving his hand as a sign for us to lower ourselves. The bus driver turned around and spoke loudly "Get down. They are shooting. There might be stray bullets." As soon as the passengers heard what he said, they were in fright, ducked down and hoped that no unidentify objects flew at the bus.
Gosh...It was the most uncomfortable minutes I've ever experienced. Every vehicle at that intersection tried to get out of there as fast as they could. That caused a bit of a jam on the road, and the bus almost hit other cars twice. I had a hard time balancing myself while having to keep my head down low. I wasn't scared so much because I kinda thought that the clash was quite far judging from the gesture of onlookers at the sidewalk. Besides, I didn't hear any gunshot which pretty much proved the point. Therefore, with my strong curiosty, I decided to stretch myself up and look out the bus window just when the bus was about to leave the intersection.
A glimpse I got was a picture of an empty street with several soliders hiding along the edges of building. Beyond them was faint smoke which I had no clue where it came from. Once the bus left the intersection, I got on my feet to get a clearer with of the scene. Right in front of my eyes, I saw a small group of people as they were delivering someone into an ambulance while several photographers tried to get good shots of the injured. (Later, I saw the news on TV about 3 solidiers who drove past the area and got stopped by a big group of Reds. The news showed that the soldiers were dragged out of their vehicle and beat up. The solidiers didn't even try to fight back. A gunshot was heard and one solidier fell on the ground. The time that the incident happened was about the same time that the bus I was on drove by. I suspect that the injured I saw was that soldier.)
That intersection was only about a kilometer away from my apartment. It was craziness. I admitted that there were times, out of my frustration, that I cursed the Reds and wished the government would just operate the crackdown and get things over with, but seeing this disaster made me feel so sad. How many more people would be hurt and how many more lives would be lost before it ends?


Saturday, May 15 2010: I woke up to find that the situation got worse. The dangerous zone spread a bit more closer to my apartment. My friend who lived further away called and convinced me that I should pack and sleep over at his place for a day or two. Yep, a friend in need is a friend indeed. I packed my belongings for one night and came down my apartment to find that the Reds were really comimg closer. I saw, in the distance, a huge group of Reds flooded at the intersection about 300 meters away. All vehicles were forced to turn at intersection in fornt of my apartment because they could not go any further.
The traffice was really bad. I stuck on a cab nearly an hour traveling to my friend's condo when it usually took less than 10 minutes to get there. As soon as I put my stuff down, my friend took me to the outdoor swimming pool and told me to look into the direction of my area. There was visible black smoke coming from the area. Gee...they were setting the street on fire.
Although the atmosphere was quite intense, many people including my friend lived in a safe zone and could still pretty much have fun and live a normal nightlife. Yep, my friend held a small party and invited all cool friends to hang out. Gosh, I'm so lucky to have such a generous, charming, and sociable friend.

Sunday, May 16 2010: The shooting around the protest area still kept going. I tried going back to my room to check the situation. I thought if it looked ok I would move back to my place. I didn't want to bother my friend (althought he told me that I didn't). However, the sight of my neighbourhood wasn't encouraging. Half of my intersection was barred by big plastic barricades and tires with a red flag sticking up behind. Hmm...I guessed I had to rely on my friend's hospitality another night.

Monday, May 17 2010: I left my friend's condo along with my stuff to go to work (yes, I still had to work since my office wasn't in the effected area) and planed to go back to my apartment after that. I really would hate to go back to my friend's condo again. I did think I invaded his private space long enough. I spent a lot of time at my office checking news reports and was quite hopeful that things should be ok. But fate once again played a trick on me. No cab wanted to drive me to my place. I asked a driver and he said "But Miss, you would be stuck. You can't go there. Oh Crap! I ended up going back to my friend's feeling bum. You know what they say "Fish are like house guest; after 3 days, they begin to smell" I was about to use up my limit.
That evening, my friend performed yet another good host gesture by taking me along with his "gang" to explode the nightlife in the safe zone of the city. I never realized there were so many bars around Bangkok. My friend is really amazing when it comes to partying around town.

Tuesday, May 18 2010: I left my friend's condo with all my belongings to work again, vowing to myself while keeping my finger cross that I would go back to my place afterwards. The news today showed the government seemed to get things quite under control and should manage to get the Reds to go home soon. This time, the cab didn't refuse to take me home. Half of my intersection was still blocked,and there was a burnt mark in the middle of it, but people seemed to be relaxed. So, things were probably getting better afterall. My beloved bed, how I missed you!

Wednesday, May 19 2010: I turned on TV as soon as I got out of bed to see if things came to an end yet. To my surprise, the news broadcasted that one of the government buildings in my area was set on fire and hadn't been put out yet. I was about to leave my room when the voice in my head told me that I should at least bring a few clothes with me. I did just that and came down from my room. As soon as I steped to my intersection, I could smell faint burning scent in the air.
My boss took me out on business outside the city with him at noon. On our way back, we saw thick black smoke blew out from several spots around the city. When I got to the office my co-workers said the Red leaders surrendered themselves, but many protesters went crazy and were now burning down several buildings. my best buddy called and told me that some Reds were now trying to set my neighbourhood on fire. It was hell-break-loose. Then the government anounced the curfew. WTF! It wasn't supposed to be like this.
I was shock and really wanted to go back to my apartment, but I knew that no cab would probably want to take me. While I was trying to decide what to do, my freind (such a knight in shining armor lol) called me and said it would be best that I came to his condo. I stopped by at 7-11 store to buy food supplies. It was packed with people who did the same thing to prepare themselves for curfew. It was like I was in some kind of hollywood war movie.
The evening was quite intense and fun at the same time because my friend also invited a few of his friends who lived by themselves to sleep over at his place. It was better to stay in group in a situation like this, he said. We spent early evening drinking alcohol, discussing the situation and politics, and updating ourselves with the latest information we could find from the internet and friends. It was like a slumber party which really helped me taking my mind off my apartment.

Thursday, 20 May 2010: Everybody got up early to check the news update. the government finally got things under control which was a relief to all of us. His friends left. I stayed until it was time for me to go to work (Yes, I still had to work), said goodbye to my friend, thanked him for all his help, and left also.
My apartment and other apartment in my block were left untouched. Thank God. I was back safe and sound, and locked myself in my room in the night. The curfew was still in use, so the streets were empty after 9 pm. I went to quite late and was about to drift off to the dreamland when a loud bang like gunshot was heard. It was very loud as if it happened very near. Seconds later, another 3 loud bangs were heard. I sprang myself out of bed and move to the window, peeping out through the curtain. I saw nobody because I couldn't get a clear view of the street, but I'm sure the gun sound came from around my intersection. I decided to went back to bed and hide myself under the blanket.

It's kinda hard to believe that there were actually days that I got to experience a mini war. There were days that I heard gunshot. There were days that I truely worried about my safety. But hey, it's over now (hopefully) and life goes on. The curfew is still going on at night, but it will end soon. Take care everyone. Peace to Thailand.