"Do you know..."

A couple of weeks ago, I accompanied Jon to Conrad for some drinks with his acquaintance, who was already there waiting. On the way, Jon briefed me a little about her, whom I'll call F, who happens to be a relative of a powerful godfather/politician.

Jon did tell me a few days before, he was at a club when she called for him to escort her from the entrance down to the venue. As Jon appeared from the exit barrier, F saw him and proceeded to enter the same way. Out of nowhere came a bouncer who said this is an exit only walk way and F needed to show some identification and proceed on through the entrance gate.

She then turned into some kind of monster and started shouting at the bouncer saying she wanted to go through the exit into the club. The Bouncer became a little annoyed and retorted..

"I guess you won't be going in then".

Now there was fire in her eyes and she whipped out her ID and gave the common Thai 'threat'...

"Do you know who I am?" While handing bouncer, who happened to be doing his job, her ID.

He took one long look and was probably jolted. Upon returning her 'I rule the world' pass, he apologized and let both Jon and F through. At this point, I thought, alright at least the drama was done but she went on..

"What the f*%& is your name? Do you want me to have you removed or transferred?"

The rest of the story was a bit of a blur but I met F, and although I thought she was quite stunning, her attitude left much to be desired.

I've always held a high regard to those coming from influential families who maintained a humbled posterior, to me that exudes class. It showed although being someone, there isn't any need to be putting it out there.

Unfortunately this is a common sight in Bangkok. Everytime an arguement erupts, some tosser would always bark "Do you know who I am?" Yes it does have its advantages, especially with the law, when the police appears they will always look at IDs and check last names.
My business partner holds quite a well known surname, his uncle is a famous ex-senator and a crusader against AIDS, and everyone, whether stopped by traffic police, a supplier we visit, client meetings, would always ask how are they both related when exchanging name cards.

Some people like the attention while others shun it, you probably know my preference but what is yours?

Zoom

This week is flying by way too bloody quickly

lingua franca

My flatmate has an array of friends here in Bangkok, foreign friends that is.

Lola was born in France and is of French Vietnamese heritage. Her late father was a retired professor who made a killing in the market while she assisted and studied the trade. A bubbly character and a bit of a party goer, her easy going character made her friends from all over.

I would come back from work to find a little get together happening, and as part host it was my duty to join them. The usual tipple would be vodka of assorted flavors, whiskey, wine, martini and beer. The real highlight of this get together is the language being conversed, since there are Thais, French, Japanese, French-Spanish, English, German speaking Frenchies, and others which I probably have forgotten.

Its like a crossfire of nationalities engaging in a barrage of discussions in different languages! Its quite amazing how diverse a little get together can be, and it felt like a mini United Nations assembly. If one would speak in their own language then they'd translate it after so no one would be left out, and of course in English!

I've heard a lot of negativity of the French, but one thing I have to admit is their ability to get along with their fellow countrymen of different race or religion, that and the passion they speak with while holding a conversation. You really don't know what the hell is going on or what they're talking about but all you know is their intensity the way they articulate.

I find these get togethers especially entertaining, and could just sit back with a glass of whatever poison and take into account the diverse multi lingual exchanges and learning new things everyday.

Right at the comfort of my own living room...

Chuckles

Hahaha

This one left me in stitches

http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2007440331,00.html

Torment

This morning at five, I was introduced to hell.

Soundly asleep, my phone went off and next thing I knew I was scrambling to the washroom for dear life. It was the beginning of torture beyond words.
Eyes barely opening I was on the phone while doing the deed and kept the sound at a minimum. Conversation went on for nearly half an hour while I attempted expertly to use the 'silencer' move.

All was fine and dandy, conversation was over and I was done on my throne. Cleaned up and made my way back to bed. Slowly I was drifting to unconsciousness when suddenly there was another bout of gut wrenching pain and zoomed back to the lavatory.

This went on non-stop from five till about half past ten, where I became so pale and drained, I passed out, luckily on my bed.
I had an hour's shut eye and could slowly feel a fever catching on. Feeling an urge coming on I hauled myself up and started expelling continuously into the bin.

By this time I was so drained and weak I could barely stay up and immediately fell back into bed. Feeling a little better after waking up around midday and was accompanied to the hospital with a friend.

It was little surprise with all the obvious signs that the doctor suspected food poisoning. Nee ways, I've been prescribed lots of antibiotics, vitamins and tylenol to speed up recovery.

So now I'm off to get plenty of rest and recuperate from Lucifer's den and I shall elaborate more on yesterday's post!

Aaaah...LOVE!