Bangkok 曼谷

我一直觉得曼谷的英文名字很有趣 - Bang kok.




出差在曼谷14天。银行区。灯很多，也很无聊。就像新加坡的Raffles Place,或者是纽约的Wall street.
当然了，这个和莱福世和华尔街比起来简直是差都更多。重点在于概念相同.

泰国这个地方我有很多回忆。十三岁那年和妈妈加入了国人中流行了很久的新马泰港澳旅行团-听到旅行团这个词就知道这件事情有多么复古。那时同团的有很多30出头的结了婚的福建女人，现在来看应该是叫做少妇吧。那时的印象是福建人是很有钱的，从这些少妇阿姨们丢给泰国小弟的白元大钞就可以看出。人民币一百块也就是新币20块就现在来说也算得上小费中的不小手笔了，何况是十年之前。反正我妈给的最多也就是20baht,相当于4元人民币，大约8毛新币。

我还清晰地记得我们在香港的一个shopping mall里转了整整一天，我在玩具商店捧着一个狗狗爱不释手，她死活不给买。那玩具也就几十港币，但是我最后不管是有多爱多爱也没有能带回家。

这两天有点心酸，想到我妈带着一个我，当时也不知道她身上带了多少钱。反正眼巴巴地看着这些同团的疯女人又是个百元小费啦又是买金买银啦，我想她心里是不好受的。虽然她嘴上说着人家有钱人家花。

多可爱的一个妈。


说到小费，其实也是旅行团导游给扇出来的价。十年前就告诉团员至少给20 baht。十年后的今天我住在不算寒碜的带厨房的酒店里，每天也只给酒店maid留20 baht而已。有次没有零钱给了50，人家都快乐死了。更扯的是问到泰国同事这个事情，人家告诉我，不用的。泰国人很少给小费。lol



另一个回忆是有关Krabi.这个blog最早的一篇文章有写过很清楚的一句话，大意是写完那篇blog我就会把所有有关krabi的回忆一起抛去。现在那个回忆的确只剩下片断零星。所以片断也只是片断而已。再过5年可能连片断都没有了。



懒了，没了几年前的那股冲劲，写不下去了。总结一下，最近工作很顺利，有起伏，但是压力也不小。曼谷待14天真的有点长。但是曼谷的人民都很有礼貌也很有素质。可能是泰国是佛教国家的缘故。打住。

Right Time? Right Life?

Song for Today - Try by Asher Book

I have been wanting to write a new entry for long. Never got a chance. It's an excuse, it's also the truth.

To sum up what's been going on in the past 6 months - My job is not so shabby, My friends are sparkling. And I met a man, he seems flawless.

You know people complain about life - not enough money, peer pressure, getting wrinkles on your forehead , drifting away from childhood dreams... I had it all, I still have it now. But here is how you switch the angle - I've been feeding myself in the past 6 years, people don't really give a shit to others after all, I am still young and pretty, new dreams appear all the time....

If I could write down all these optimistic words above while having PMS, I'm confident that before I die, my life shall be pricelessly happy.

Nevertheless, down times still exists and they shall - joy is never joy if sadness doesn't play along.

I visited my folks last week. The conversations between us still remain the same as 7 years ago - while I left the shelter given by them and start living by myself. Truly tragic. But i will work on it, 'cause I love them. See, there is nothing you can't do because Love is the most powerful thing in the universe.

Speaking of something else - romantic relationship. (I swear I wrote down many words for this paragraph and deleted them all. ) You see, I met many great men this year. But now I am holding the hand of only one - the special one. If the ex or the exes saw this they would probably laugh and say: I thought i was the special one. Well, you were. (See, this is another thing I learnt while aging - cherish the happy times and special ones even if they are long gone with the wind. ) Honestly I do feel that it becomes harder to love while one already had so many failures along the road. And when it comes to a relationship, it is never the case that you could learn and grow from the past, instead, it is more like finding the right one. So I cross my fingers and hope this is the right one for a right time. I can't, and I won't, change the way i behave in a relationship regardless it's "right" or "wrong". But I will never lose the faith that you could be the one. Once again, Love is the most powerful thing in the universe and it shall lead the way.


This is pretty enough for a summary for the past ... many months, and it shall be sufficient.

i am glad my blog is still alive. Hey, it's part of my aging diary. ;)

A story with a rough ending.

二零零某年的夏天，我穿着新买的左丹奴牛仔裤和Puma T-shirt走进了一间昏暗的教室。
教室里有三个人；干净整齐的女孩子梳着马尾，露出光洁的额头，敏感地四下张望。脸色黑红手指生茧的微胖女孩，大方地转过身对我露出洁白的牙齿。还有一个人是我。

接下来的20分钟内，昏暗教室里不知多少张的木制桌椅被陆续填满。明显地有人开始说话交流。我一如既往地故作深沉，盯着被电扇吹到东倒西歪，并且不时摇摆发出"吱吱"声的铁牌。

铁牌上有红色的几个字 －“高一（3）班“。


二中是一所古老的学校，背景厚实资金雄厚。她曾经就好比这座城市里最高不可攀的一位姑娘。但姑娘再好，拿钱砸她的花花公子多了，也就不再是姑娘了。八年前那会儿，算是个颇有姿色的中年妇女吧。如今我就不大清楚了，估计是年老色衰的富人家大太太。话说回七年前那会儿，出身于书香门第家的子女自然是从小对这间学校充满幻想的；古色古香。以为从里面走出来的都是清华的姐姐和北大的哥哥。
我就是一个这样抱着连绵幻想的小女纸。


八年后。

左丹奴是真的没有穿过了。一辈子里的大事发生了那么几件。
我已经不故作深沉了。我甚至很聒噪。 聒噪到没有耐心写完这个在数月前的一个深夜里开了头的文章，满脑子充斥着换成八年前我会嗤之以鼻的庸俗玩意儿。

即便如此吧，我还是没有什么变化。我还是在那。这片短文凑合凑合读吧。