meanderer

i think i've been out of thailand only three weeks. so this coup comes as a real surprise. kha wie saw on cnn, like i on cna, our favourite places with some added soldiers, and he expressed my thoughts succinctly when he shouted "i dont know!" on the trans-eurasia line. so whats happened? the whole time i was there, there didnt seem to be sweeping sentiments of the kind that make a coup, only undercurrents (not of the beach types). now tanks line thanon ratchadamnoen klang near the klong stop where i fell in mad love with the taste of nam plaa. how come these things dont happen here? i'll just hope no guns are fired until everything boils over.

until the next time i descend on thailand, i'll have to make do with little malaysia trips and one big oz adventure

121106: a while later, there was no malaysian side trip, an indonesian one, and a trip up madeleine's garden of driving madness...nothing's happened in thailand, democracy's happened in USA, australia is five days away and im just about to book my next trip to thailand...

day 3

third day of fasting and im not feeling it yet. i'd been saving up for a spring of spirituality and piety, but nothing's coming. instead, there's talk with rizal of going away for the weekend on his scrambler. and a long weekend roadtrip with the guys to kl. and thought of the wisdom tooth extraction. it's not entirely clear if i should be cultivating myself in the midst of all this mess, or if i should wait for a bit of enlightenment.

side station

there've been times when i was physically drained, mentally exhausted, or emotionally suffocated. but never before has there been a time when the nine (eight) planets conspire to collide the three into one terrible, terrible amalgamation. the past week has been exactly like that - a mangled car crash along the PIE before corporation road exit towards changi.

i had always managed a high level of professionalism in my work and personal dealings back in station or even in cda. monday morning walking into station after the saturday night fiasco, however, i stood at the gate deliberately as i missed a call. because, shit, people can die, the whole jurong can sink into its own industrial muck, and i wouldnt give a cats ass.

one month left to ord, in what has been a most unXpected and tremendously inspiring ns term, and im in extended suspense instead of a denouement. in a while i'll have to start on the big thank-you emails and the biennial reflection. until then, im stuck with people to charge, stores to clear, and portfolios to hand over, no day, and no night, losing the plot. right about now, i'd like to see the end, hopefully with a nice song and dance finale.