Thursday, October 31, 2013
Wednesday, October 30, 2013
The negativity in my existence reality
There are no days of yore but the basic negative reality of my Amsterdam existence hitting me hard and full on, a bit like the sledge hammer of that imaginery Man With The Hammer back in the days when I still did my running in Westerpark, that non-existent freak waiting for me at the feared seven kilometer mark with still three more to go...
The negativity in my existence reality here in Amsterdam with my cell constant reminding me of another failed love affair, ring ring and I get into another fit of mental chaos, the cliff of a deep depression coming doomily closer everything that bloody piece of modern technology reminds me of Miss Endoo in Farawayistan..
The negativity in my existence reality here in Amsterdam everytime I open my Facebook page and see the pics of Nongshao depicting a happily bunch of people of the past running around Amsterdam merrily with the fruit of my hips but in that hopelessly f*cked-up mind of mine running amok and causing more chaos...goodbye and Adios, Doei Doei stupid bitch, defriended on FB, should have done that ages ago, should have left the past the past and never play the do-good nutcase at any and every opportunity ...
Yeah, I yearn for the days of yore and get lost, disappear in a realm of madness, my thump in the air along depressing highways or maybe a hobo in the Land of Obamacare....goodbye and Adios, Doei Doei
The negativity in my existence reality here in Amsterdam with my cell constant reminding me of another failed love affair, ring ring and I get into another fit of mental chaos, the cliff of a deep depression coming doomily closer everything that bloody piece of modern technology reminds me of Miss Endoo in Farawayistan..
The negativity in my existence reality here in Amsterdam everytime I open my Facebook page and see the pics of Nongshao depicting a happily bunch of people of the past running around Amsterdam merrily with the fruit of my hips but in that hopelessly f*cked-up mind of mine running amok and causing more chaos...goodbye and Adios, Doei Doei stupid bitch, defriended on FB, should have done that ages ago, should have left the past the past and never play the do-good nutcase at any and every opportunity ...
Yeah, I yearn for the days of yore and get lost, disappear in a realm of madness, my thump in the air along depressing highways or maybe a hobo in the Land of Obamacare....goodbye and Adios, Doei Doei
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
My days of yore
Back home, back in that hopelessly chaotic and messy house that subsitutes as my base, my life in a nutshell as written down and sketched in my numerous notebooks, packed high and beyond all around the house collecting dust like the rest of this 425 Euro a month rent existence concrete montrosity that is slowly sinking into the Amsterdam morass...
Maybe I should return to my former life, throw all and everything that passes for possessions away with the trash that litters the rainy streets of this Dutch capital, put my thump up along Europe's roads, or else take a plane to Obama's republic of financial woe and live like a hobo, maybe once more endure the madness of Magic Land (India you know) or the heat of the Thai Kindom, cycling in Bandido rife Mexico and hope these infamous highway bandits believe that Pauvre Moi the Gringo Loco is so poor he has to cycle the world on a Bicicleta and therefore not worthy of their attention...
Back home and away from my years of yore, always on the run but unable to figure out from what...maybe I would enjoy it better this time around...
Maybe I should return to my former life, throw all and everything that passes for possessions away with the trash that litters the rainy streets of this Dutch capital, put my thump up along Europe's roads, or else take a plane to Obama's republic of financial woe and live like a hobo, maybe once more endure the madness of Magic Land (India you know) or the heat of the Thai Kindom, cycling in Bandido rife Mexico and hope these infamous highway bandits believe that Pauvre Moi the Gringo Loco is so poor he has to cycle the world on a Bicicleta and therefore not worthy of their attention...
Back home and away from my years of yore, always on the run but unable to figure out from what...maybe I would enjoy it better this time around...
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Monday, October 21, 2013
Saturday, October 19, 2013
Lord Buddha in Ayutthaya
Friday, October 18, 2013
hunting for old memories
Bangkok, 18 Okt. 2013,
Looking down at the notorious Krung Thep traffic jam on Silom Road but really quite comfortable in the skytrain just having left Sala Daeng Sation, comfortable and cool, dry from the incessant rains that pester the Thai capital and countrside alike at this time of year, I can't but wonder how the Thais keep this ecomomic setback on their otherwise brillant organisational talents keep going on, continual madness in the chaotic Bangkok streets that is costing a pretty penny or maybe Sarang, causing clogged-up lungs by the sackfull and gouvernment subsidized gas a-plenty....though rumuor has it influential businessmen with a strong veto in the capital's city planning department use the traffic jam excuse to the loving wife number one for frequent visits to their Mia Noi, who can argue against another hour in this Ting Tong bumber to bumber non-moving excistence after all...
Comfortable and cool with my forty THB skytrain ticket and dry from the incessant Bangkok Fontok Mak Mak, on the way to the Shangri-la Hotel, not to meet my Tilak Jai Nong who used to reside there looking after Per, her Norwegian sugar daddy of choice but long since deceased and leaving his much younger Asian lovergirl and caretaker facing judicinal shit throwing sessions with the Viking Hubby's loving relatives who resent a Thai ho*ker from Pattaya's Beach Road running off with some well deserved Kroener (my words not theirs, of that you can be certain dear reader of this blog)....situations gone and over with, goodbye and Adios, Doei Doei and maybe see you one day in your Thai restaurant up there in that freezing Viking kingdom's capital that is called, if I remember correctly, Oslo...
Still, there is a certain attraction to old times in this asaian capital and maybe by taking the ferry from the Shangri-la pier along an overfull Chao Phraya River to Khao Sarn Road some old memories will resurface...
Amsterdam is but half a day flying away and old times in King Bhumipol's Asian realm coming to my Farang grey brain cells before my imminient departure might well be wellcome...
Looking down at the notorious Krung Thep traffic jam on Silom Road but really quite comfortable in the skytrain just having left Sala Daeng Sation, comfortable and cool, dry from the incessant rains that pester the Thai capital and countrside alike at this time of year, I can't but wonder how the Thais keep this ecomomic setback on their otherwise brillant organisational talents keep going on, continual madness in the chaotic Bangkok streets that is costing a pretty penny or maybe Sarang, causing clogged-up lungs by the sackfull and gouvernment subsidized gas a-plenty....though rumuor has it influential businessmen with a strong veto in the capital's city planning department use the traffic jam excuse to the loving wife number one for frequent visits to their Mia Noi, who can argue against another hour in this Ting Tong bumber to bumber non-moving excistence after all...
Comfortable and cool with my forty THB skytrain ticket and dry from the incessant Bangkok Fontok Mak Mak, on the way to the Shangri-la Hotel, not to meet my Tilak Jai Nong who used to reside there looking after Per, her Norwegian sugar daddy of choice but long since deceased and leaving his much younger Asian lovergirl and caretaker facing judicinal shit throwing sessions with the Viking Hubby's loving relatives who resent a Thai ho*ker from Pattaya's Beach Road running off with some well deserved Kroener (my words not theirs, of that you can be certain dear reader of this blog)....situations gone and over with, goodbye and Adios, Doei Doei and maybe see you one day in your Thai restaurant up there in that freezing Viking kingdom's capital that is called, if I remember correctly, Oslo...
Still, there is a certain attraction to old times in this asaian capital and maybe by taking the ferry from the Shangri-la pier along an overfull Chao Phraya River to Khao Sarn Road some old memories will resurface...
Amsterdam is but half a day flying away and old times in King Bhumipol's Asian realm coming to my Farang grey brain cells before my imminient departure might well be wellcome...
Friday, October 11, 2013
Miss Andoo's well stocked wallet.
Miss Andoo's house outside Petchabun.
I try to keep a blind man's eye to the financial going-ons in Miss Andoo's life back here in the boonies of Thailand's northern provinces...before and now after five relaxing days exploring the archelogical sites and ruins of Sukhothai, my gift to my latest Thai lovergirl for taking care of me, suberbly good care I might add...
Not that Miss Petchabun's dough seems to be in any danger of not finding its way to the proverbial oven, quite the opposite I would say with all sorts of people wanting their "fair" part...maybe 40.000 THB for a new motorbike, some old school companion not seen for several years and in dire need of new wheels which sell at 47.500 THB in the end but then what is 7.500 THB more among old friends, N' est Ce Pas?
A sisterhood of Nongshaos occupying her "other" house right next door and in constant need for small change that at the end of the day turns out to be more than my daily budget on an average day in good old Pattaya...now that is saying something...
She owns half the countryside around here though I have Pas D' idea where all the bills' necessary THB has founds its legitimate ownership, nor how she pays her property taxes for all these estates...not that these lots have any use in her daily affairs apart maybe for amassing litter like empty beer cans, or maybe a stray area for her dad's uncountable chicken...
her well stocked wallet is there for the taking, whoever happens to be around and needs cash but, like I said, I keep a blind man's eye to it...after all I am just a visitor here..
I try to keep a blind man's eye to the financial going-ons in Miss Andoo's life back here in the boonies of Thailand's northern provinces...before and now after five relaxing days exploring the archelogical sites and ruins of Sukhothai, my gift to my latest Thai lovergirl for taking care of me, suberbly good care I might add...
Not that Miss Petchabun's dough seems to be in any danger of not finding its way to the proverbial oven, quite the opposite I would say with all sorts of people wanting their "fair" part...maybe 40.000 THB for a new motorbike, some old school companion not seen for several years and in dire need of new wheels which sell at 47.500 THB in the end but then what is 7.500 THB more among old friends, N' est Ce Pas?
A sisterhood of Nongshaos occupying her "other" house right next door and in constant need for small change that at the end of the day turns out to be more than my daily budget on an average day in good old Pattaya...now that is saying something...
She owns half the countryside around here though I have Pas D' idea where all the bills' necessary THB has founds its legitimate ownership, nor how she pays her property taxes for all these estates...not that these lots have any use in her daily affairs apart maybe for amassing litter like empty beer cans, or maybe a stray area for her dad's uncountable chicken...
her well stocked wallet is there for the taking, whoever happens to be around and needs cash but, like I said, I keep a blind man's eye to it...after all I am just a visitor here..
Friday, October 4, 2013
Gossiply shit on the toilet
Miss Andoo's house outside Petchabun.
There is something to say about life on the Northern Thai countryside, chicken and star cats entering the house at a moment's lack of concetration, pretending the house is their personal domain, dogs roaming around in aggressive packs looking for anything edible, enormous amounts of ants taking care of forgotten remants of food in the lean-too kitchen where Miss Andoo spends her time cooking more food as I can possibly eat...nightly visits to Miss Andoo's beetle nut chewing mother to say hello and Sawasdee Di Mai Waan Nii Mama each and every night...
A car, mogtorbike or plain old bicycle at my wimp's desire, the nearest city, Nong Pai six kilometer away, a nice outing on the motorbike together for a shopping spree at The Lotus, maybe beer and Bacardi while watching telly, plenty good looking babes, friends of Miss Andoo's school days back in her younger days and good old Petchabun, wanting to have a good look at the Farang Miss Andoo shares her life and bed with nowadays, fun and sexual innuendos coming from female Thai months but I keep my cool and enjoy my stay here in this little green paradise...
Yeah, I guess I could easily get old and rheumatized in this particular spot of Thailand...if it wasn't for the Dutch crapper living across the road, maried to Misss Andoo's niece and always on the prowl for free Leo and some serious put down the locals sort of one sided conversation, telling me my latest Thai love affair is just another Thai street hooker from Pattaya's boulevard...yeah, matey, you are her latest victim, you dough is already in her pocket, just blissfully unaware as yet is you...crap all over the toilet after he has done his thing with Miss Andoo cleaning up his mess, putting up with his negative behaviour the way only Thai ladies can...
maybe this is her house and me merely a visitor here having to repect her house rules but one of these days I will quite literally kick him out and in the red earhed mud of the street where he belongs...
There is something to say about life on the Northern Thai countryside, chicken and star cats entering the house at a moment's lack of concetration, pretending the house is their personal domain, dogs roaming around in aggressive packs looking for anything edible, enormous amounts of ants taking care of forgotten remants of food in the lean-too kitchen where Miss Andoo spends her time cooking more food as I can possibly eat...nightly visits to Miss Andoo's beetle nut chewing mother to say hello and Sawasdee Di Mai Waan Nii Mama each and every night...
A car, mogtorbike or plain old bicycle at my wimp's desire, the nearest city, Nong Pai six kilometer away, a nice outing on the motorbike together for a shopping spree at The Lotus, maybe beer and Bacardi while watching telly, plenty good looking babes, friends of Miss Andoo's school days back in her younger days and good old Petchabun, wanting to have a good look at the Farang Miss Andoo shares her life and bed with nowadays, fun and sexual innuendos coming from female Thai months but I keep my cool and enjoy my stay here in this little green paradise...
Yeah, I guess I could easily get old and rheumatized in this particular spot of Thailand...if it wasn't for the Dutch crapper living across the road, maried to Misss Andoo's niece and always on the prowl for free Leo and some serious put down the locals sort of one sided conversation, telling me my latest Thai love affair is just another Thai street hooker from Pattaya's boulevard...yeah, matey, you are her latest victim, you dough is already in her pocket, just blissfully unaware as yet is you...crap all over the toilet after he has done his thing with Miss Andoo cleaning up his mess, putting up with his negative behaviour the way only Thai ladies can...
maybe this is her house and me merely a visitor here having to repect her house rules but one of these days I will quite literally kick him out and in the red earhed mud of the street where he belongs...
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