Waiting for Don't Know

Wow am hitting the two and a half hour mark at the paper and they have not given me one piece of copy to sub. I am starting to lose it slightly. There are many things I could be doing right now. I could be enjoying a novel. Getting a foot massage. Starting to pack for my 5th move in 7 months. But no. I am sitting here going mad. I may actually fall asleep.

I have a dull ache in my face. I want the February horoscopes out now--not that I think that horoscopes are actually worth anything--well sometimes they are. I read them religiously but nothing, nothing seems to be happening--not in love, not money and not career. How can that be? Does my horoscope say--your life comes to a complete standstill this year and remains like some strange and static piece of performance art for the rest of your life?

2 hours and 38 minutes later I get some copy.

Same, Same But Different

So the title of my last post could really describe my sentiments right now. It's my first day back at work after a week's vacation. I have apparently forgotten how to read and write.

My parents' visit was wonderful--both the Bangkok and Kuala Lumpur legs. A full update coming forthwith.

Right now I am so over being in the newsroom--it's Friday 9pm and all the lucky ones have slung their bags over their shoulders and blown. I'm waiting on some translated copy and then going to thankfully meet Yona. There is a party at my old place that I should swing by. I still have the keys.

I'm reading this rather embarrassing book that I am enjoying immensely--but haven't told anyone about. It's called the Jane Austen Guide to Dating. Okay, channeling Elizabeth Bennett. My stomach hurts and I have PMS. And I haven't had my fill of swim. :-( Waaah...

Waiting For Work Day To End

I am waiting for the end of the news--it has been a pretty intense week with the Prime Minster on a poverty-eradication campaign for 5 days that was televisied the entire time and lots of other comings and goings--violence and fires and resignations oh my!

I get to go meet Kimberly at the record shop and catch up with my blonde bombshell friend. I can't remember when she left it's been so long.

Then I have to tidy and it's time to pick up Mom and Dad. I can hardly believe it.

If there is something that makes me smile it's a fill of swim. Can't wait to hit the pool. ;-)

Parents In Thailand

So my parents are coming to Bangkok--extremely early on Friday morning. I have been looking forward to it for a long time and cannot believe that half a year has elapsed since I have seen them. I have often wished I could go back for a few days, enough to watch some matches with my dad or eat my mother's cooking. But long separations from family come with the territory unless you are lucky enough to have family in the vicinity.

They will be here only for a short time--three days and I want it all to be perfect naturally, being a dutiful daughter. I'm thinking Day One will be light--a little Jim Thompson, a little foot massage, a little Baan Khanitha. Day Two will be the jam--Bangkok on steriods and all the tourist stuff I haven't done since I visited last year. Then dinner on Soi Rang Nam with my loverly friends. I can't wait til my mother sees the size of the shrimp (or the bill which is usually a laugh!)

Day Three--Chatuchak, pack and relax. Then off to KL to the Ghoshes and some family QT. Oh and TOP SHOP. That's right. TOP SHOP.

Moving Day Again: Next Stop Thong Lizzle

Tomorrow I move. I have stayed in three different plces so far in Bangkok (Phaya Thai, Sukhumvit, Phra Khanong) and now am temporarily going to a very nice woman's apartment for a month to look after her cats. My soon-to-be-ex-living sitch had its ups and downs. As I sat on the huge terrace and watched butterflies playing together as I drank my morning tea among the bouganvillea--I thought yeah, I'm gonna miss this. But I am not going to miss living communally after age 30. Or not having a stove.

Thong Lo is my new stomping ground and it is plush. My friends B and C live up the street and refer to their place as their palazzo. The main drag is lined with huge huge wedding salons. Not like David's Bridal--these places are classay. And more restaurants, shops and other very cool places of business than you cna shake a stick at. If you read the Bangkok article in the Times last month--most of what they were talking about was on Thong Lo.

Time to get cute. It's like the Soho of BK.

Once in a Lifetime: Turning 31 on the 31st

Last night I met up with a friend and sort of glommed on to New Year's bar hopping activities, having no plans of own. It was fun, although not entirely indistinguishable from normal Bangkok craziness, but I still missed close friends and family. I woke up in an empty flat today which was peaceful, but felt a little isolating. Comes with the territory, I guess.

I'm in the newsroom now feeling quite tired, but the shift should end soon. I had gang jeut for dinner-- a restorative, healing soup of minced pork, tofu seaweed and glass noodles. It's really as bland as Thai food gets, but it's incredibly soothing.

I'm feeling a little weepy and hormonally challenged. Thanks for all the birthday wishes. I miss and love all of you.

Happy New Year! The Blog Has Risen

In theory it was a great idea--but I didn't bank on life being as crazy as it has been in the past six months. But ah, with the dawn of a new year, the books of 2005 are closed and it's time to start anew.
Or as one of my favorite children's book heroines says, "Marilla, isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?"

Let the blogging begin.