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BahLOG - sonic in SE Asia
Thursday, February 16, 2006 <---
such an emotinal trip, I feel recovered in some ways and exausted in others.
I made it home without cash, in my airport wanderings managed to find myself in the first class waiting lounge of one of the large airlines. I had a shower, got changed and had some cake and orange juice. Didn't have the guts to get a serve of pasta from the bay-marie, but I could have... Now I'm sure this is as boring to read as it is to type, but, its sometimes good to know one still has the capacity for hunger. and if you have the confidence you can pretty much walk anywhere you please.
I'm in adelaide now staying with friends, nursing my arm and decompressing (what other word can I use???). when your primed with fresh stories, jacobs ladder conversation with fast food staff is assured.
thanks for the diethylamide and the ginger beer!
normal oscillations will resume from the regular outpost.
<--- posted by Oliver at 8:55 PM --->
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Tuesday, February 14, 2006 <---
back out the 'pore through which I seeped, I am finally on my way home and am chomping up the free net at singapore terminal 2 in 15 minute morsels.
this time I'm stranded in singapore terminal 2 for 10 (ten) hours :P
this time with no money left to waste.
I have a pack of red orange mentos and a back pack with 2 litres of water until my next airline meal... unless I manage to make a friend that is. hey, this is nothing, I did the 40 hour famine before with little more than water and barley sugars!
patong beach and phuket in general is very pricey by thailand standards (and very crappy by my standards). I reason the same reason for ko samui, the tourists that go there tip 100 baht like its nothing (well it isn't really) and the locals get used to it. well I wasn't used to it and I was extorted and threatened out of my money right up till I got on the plane. because the 150 baht bus gave me the slip saying I could walk to my hotel (never leave the shuttle bus until you can read the sign over the concierge) i had to get a tuktuk, and I gave him 50 baht to take me down the street (very generous) I would normally call the tuktuk drivers bluff and glare the little shits off if they try and threaten me for more, but over something like 50 baht, carring all my gear with a grazed arm + leg I didn't want any trouble. 100 baht for 100 meters.. WOOF!
after an expensive dinner and a 500 baht taxi to the airport, my last baht dropped for AIRPORT TAX! the airport is private so each passanger has to pay 500 baht (cash only) or they are not allowed to leave LOL! how cute is that! I scrounged up 410 baht in crumpled notes but was knocked back... not panicing at all, having lost my wallet a few days earlier (no cards, no options) I started asking wealthy looking passangers for the extra mile so I could.. ahem GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE!. most everyone I asked turned me down (probably couldn't speak english), except one couple who checked their wallet for me... only to discover they were in a similar situation!
really should have been warned about this when I payed for my tickets...
maybe I was warned...
yeah, yeah you read right, grazed right side...
foot, knee, elbow and pride.
Joy and myself went out riding on my last day in the 10-day torrential rain that has just begun. riding through puddles a foot deep on a motorbike is infinatly more fun than the normal puddles! ko samui has SHIT HOUSE (useless) drainage, even the main street of chaweng beach (reed: starbucks, burgerking, hagendaz) had a foot of water! people were sand bagging it up and according to joy, this chaos was very mild and not uncommon. so we rode to the top of the mountain to say goodbuy 360 style, then back down for some food. after dinner, I was riding home on the highway (shallower puddles) when suddenly, out of nowhere! a HUGE gaping hole in the middle of the road took a liking to my front wheel...
we were only going about 40-50ks when I put the bike down but I slid for 10 meters or so on my right side. joy bounced off after we hit the pot hole (CANYON!!) and copped it in the oncomming lane on both knees, I was freaked actually... she could barely walk and a very kind young man gave her a lift, on his motorbike, to the hospital. I say "very kind young man" 'cause nobody else would stop for such a small accident. I was full of adrenalin and didn't get the pain till I got to the hospital, which was good cause I had to fucking limp myself most of the way there! everything is fine though, according to "what the bleep do we know" I didn't actually even make contact with the concrete :) ....errrr :(
Joy is fine, I spoke with her this morning. of course such a nice girl has many friends, I got to meet them when we got home from the hospital because they all came to visit and cheer her up. I know they are bringing her food and seeing to her very well. as for lowley I, took my bandages off yesterday and am feeling great. mind you I am on antibiotics and other government drugs (yay!... not @_@) the graze on my elbow is pretty deep but it could have been alot worse, lucky I got shots before I left. I'm glad I survived my first motorbike accident, and have a new found love for the TAC and australian road rules!
(would have been totally fine if I had been following them but... when in rome...)
so um, yeah! thailand is great!
...for about as long as you can keep your wallet/money/skin well stocked.
seriously though, fuck thailand. I am definatly not a traveller (as my ex-girlfriend liked to make the distinction between herself and everyone else)
I am a tourist!
(press play on the midi file national anthem of choice)
and I stand proud in any country but my own. thailand is a tourist hell. if I didn't make so many friends there I would not be going back anytime soon.
goodbye thailand! and get behind me satan...
okay, well I might go to the "prayer room" now, noticed the sign on the way here, if only to get away from the creepy jazz music they've got on loop.
<--- posted by Oliver at 9:35 PM --->
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Sunday, February 12, 2006 <---
I dreamed last night that I was living in Tokyo again, Kaori and I were sharing another smoke on the balcony of a much larger house. Kaoris sister Megumi was there, she wanted to join in (the smoking and the conversation), there was nothing stopping her except her own knowledge that she was not ready (I say knowledge, not awareness).
as I woke up, for the glint of a facet, Megumi became Joy and I was natsukashi (no english, sorry :P) about Kaoris understanding, wisdom and cunning.. a little bit more.
after a shower, played more autechre and read up to chapter 10 of my 100 baht pornographic novel. I picked it up from the dusty book store because it looked like the book from my dream. I've never intentionaly read a book written by a woman before, its foreign and exciting... but really really soppy and rediculous, I mean if I male notices things like... how furniture is delicate, yet strong or... how the first glimpses of winter sun are more silver than golden, he's gotta be a homeowner. or at least he's going to be too effeminate to invoke any quiver(ing), shudder(ing) or anticipation of the independant female charachters described, IN MY EXPERIENCE ANYWAY lol'age
yeah, fun to be had reading books by chicks... wonder if those same chicks are laughing at me?
I hope so..
<--- posted by Oliver at 11:04 PM --->
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Friday, February 10, 2006 <---
noisy sex perturbs me.
there is something archetypal about the music of Autechre. and it is something that developed countrys and provinces are trying to re-discover (re-define?). here, it is something ominous, everpresent... and something which the locals are trying to ignore. You could write an essay on why Thais dont like Autechre :P but its easier to say...
I went shopping last night at the MASSIVE Tesco. its like a supermarket on steroids.. you walk past mountains of chicken and flesh just sitting in stainless steel tubs.. then you walk past clothes and whitegoods, anything you want is there. Joy bought alot of stuff for her new house. at the checkout, when her new plastic tub was scanned, I recieved a scowl for prematurely putting in straight in the trolley. everything needs to be put into plastic bags and they have various sizes. the logic is, if your paying for something, why not get the most value for money you can.
Consumers in their infancy, with all the zeal of new converts.
went out to a club on thursday night, the DJ played the same cds that you might hear in your friends VCD player, on the radio, walking down the street blasted from the shops or from a passing adver-ute (everywhere). there some kind of a pop distillery going on because as people come and leave their mark, the tracks that get the international crowd rev'ed (buying more), gets added to the playlist. there is something for everyone and that seems to be prevaliant here. remixes of american songs like "if your going to sanfransisco.." and other housey, happy tracks "everybodys hot, everybodys drunk, everybody thinks.. everybody THUNK.. I dont want to be, EVERYBODY!"
'ken LOL
I danced a fair bit but I've been dancing for... a while now so its a big joke now.. some good clean fun. sickass Tsekas taught me well. sometimes you get a green pup who comes up to me and lays down some "MOVES"(tm) probably to try and steal the affections of my company (if I have any) more than actually try to dis me...
BUT I AM THE UN-DISSABLE FREE-STYLING MONKEY! SQUAWK!
only this style is not free, this style is 35 baht, kop-in-my-kup ;)
before the DJ there was a band.. a dolled up thai chick screaming "wont you take me too... " then an ear splitting "..funky-TOOWWWWWN!!!!" that only an asian woman could deliver. some drunk ozzy got on the stage and managed to blurt through a functioning microphone, "THIS MUSICS SHIT!" with his hands in the air to recieve the praise of a few snickers in the back row :P
I couldn't dance when I first walked in tho, it was too overwhelming for my acid-cured brains.
thai clubs are like noisy sex, its hard to alter your concentration.
<--- posted by Oliver at 11:04 PM --->
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Wednesday, February 08, 2006 <---
had a calm dream last night,
was walking down the beach and every 100 yards or so was meeting an old friend.
after a long while I came to my old school chum Nick (of 36er fame), he was looking much older.. he had a child in one hand and a mobile phone in the other. he invited me into his beach shack which was made of jarrah, very small but well designed (:P). after a while staring through the large front angled window and listening to his side of the mobile phone conversation, he looked at me kinda annoyed and exited through the other door. Then I noticed I was talking.. into an imaginary mobile phone... I exited the way I came in and kept walking down the beach.
as I was waking up I designed my ideal swimming pool and garden for my ideal house. it had a temple on posts in the middle that you could swim up too, it wasn't that large but the space was well used. it would be cool to have enough money to entertain ideas like this. I also had another idea last night for a club that you have to enter by swimming underneath a low gate.. that way everyone in the club will have been BAPTISED and will be NAKED. inside the club would be like a disneyland version of the garden of eden and the music would be not too loud, clean and clear.. and probably funky, FuNkY techno. the club would be called....
...it would be called (mini-hyperventilate)...
"eden"
you could have microphones planted everywhere that mixed into the music in arbitrary
speaker locations ala: the acid tests...
..sweet oven of shit cakes that would be so great and so popular/talked about but nobody has the balls to do anything like it. 'cept for my man disney... "a theme park with no ferris wheel?? what are you STOOPID? that will never work!"
Tom Kah Koong (coconut soup with prawns) is probably my fav dish at the moment.. I get a side of rice and flood a spoon full with soup, YUMMO!!! Joy said she would cook for me tonight. we are going to TESCO, a big wallmart thing, she finishes work at 3, I need a new scetchbook.
<--- posted by Oliver at 10:32 PM --->
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Tuesday, February 07, 2006 <---
I just had breakfast on dads amex because I'm such a brilliant financial planner.
hope I get to do the same for my child, it will make it less embarassing :P
things couldn't be stranger, I'm staring at a tour brochure that says "discover Koh Samui by sea" from the company "SAMUI EVASION". last night was reading a book belonging to Joy, "what does the bible really teach" (shes christian). there are illustrations of people smiling and one page says "how did satan offer all the wealth and kingdoms in the world to jesus, if he did not own them?"
hrrmmmm... VISA? Amex? Mastercard?
You know your a sick puppy when you manage to laugh and cry at the same time.
You know your a sick puppy when you manage to watch the sunrise and sunset at the same time.
last night I dreamed I was with my ex.. and things were going shite as usual. we went to the beach with her step dad and the car got bogged/broke down and she totally flipped out. then an old friend of mine invited myself and another friend on a private world tour, he had hired a sea plane and we took off. from then on life was easy and I remember thinking, why hadn't I thought of doing this sooner...
T-shirt of the month: "BROS BEFORE HOS"
<--- posted by Oliver at 10:02 PM --->
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there are alot of girls I like. if you put them in a blender, and strained off the expectations they want you to bear, I reckon whats left would be "the one". actually it would be a bloody mess, but hey.. maybe thats what "the one" actually is for me! who am I to judge?
I had a cracker of a dream last night...
was driving through the countryside with a good friend.. kinda looked like my home town in south australia, dry. there was an empty paddok with a row of trees. my friend informed me that it was the dreamworks studios in australia. we were both confused as to why they had no sinage out front! surely making an impressive "Dreamworks" sign would be something the cleaner would be able, no, more than HAPPY to do from the pride of working at such a place. we stopped the car and set to work making a large, 3D "Dreamworks" out of ply wood.. we were going to paint it SILVER! when some cops rocked up, then a whole swat truck and we were suddenly under fire!
Dreamworks obviously liked anonymity, so we bolted looking back I noticed the sign spelt "DrewmWErks", I wonder how we messed that up, apart from that it was a very nice sign.
after that we went to the mall in adelaide and hung around out front, bored.
any advice on dreams, females, blenders... or getting fake watches and DVDs through customs, would be most appreciated right now @_@!
<--- posted by Oliver at 5:32 AM --->
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Sunday, February 05, 2006 <---
more girls, more motorbikes, more sticky sheets @_@
koh samui aint that bad...
LOL
might stick around with my new friend Joy for a few more days. shes gonna let me crash with her so I'm going to hang here, save some money on accomodation then my last few days in thailand will be... ferry, fullmoon, phuket.. ouch.
to be honest I am looking forward to getting home.. bit of a rolling stone, is I.
check out this site: http://rrrrrrrrrrrrrnnnnnnnnnnhhhh.blogspot.com/
<--- posted by Oliver at 9:56 PM --->
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I had a crazy and vivid dream last night (think the sansong helped).
in it I was in england this time, I think.
I was in a large open palace, the buildings had tall, windowless walls (I think this was from the photos of china currently on sams blog). in the garden there was some sort of elaborate royal shrine, but people had stolen the wooden walls and case.. my grandma was pissed off about it so people were comming back with the peices and reasembling it. it was square, with a low wall maybe 50cm high. I was soap shoeing along it with normal shoes and adrian who had soap shoes said "well my grind plate is pretty much gone anyway so its the same as normal shoes" to try and make it seem like I wasn't doing anything special.
my grandma gave me a book, it was "CAPITOL HILL", by Bill Hartnol and by appointment by the Queen ???!!! (doesn't exist according to google) there was another book but she said I wasn't ready for it yet. she said once I read this book I would find her in England, when I woke I actually thought for a moment that she had died and she was giving instructions for astral projecting to her in England.
I also visited a library in my dream, there was one book titled..
WHY DO MY FRIENDS
OF GOOD FORTUNE
AND 100 LIVES, RING
ME AND TELL ME MY
DAYS ARE NUMBERED
I thought WOW, what a cool title! then I woke up and thought... hang on a second.. this is my dream, therefore this is MY title!
stories from ko samui need to be spoken not typed unfortunaly.. most involve money, thai boxing and cute girls on motorbikes.
<--- posted by Oliver at 2:54 AM --->
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