Muan Jai™
Posted by: anothershore on: Wednesday, July 16, 2008
“Wholehearted happiness”, it means, in the dialect of the hill-tribe farmers in the North (lots of planets have a North, remember). It’s also the blend-of-the-month at a certain coffee shop.
I wasn’t wholeheartedly happy with my new dentist, Dr USA, to whom I was referred by Dr S./B. for my “deep cleaning” procedure. She is a bit like one of those innocuous ladies you sometimes get at the foot massage place. But however often you whisper “เบา ๆ“, she just gets more and more diggy-in with the knuckles until you think you’re going to die from CK-overdose (you know, as the muscle lyses…). But wierdly, and a little kinkily, you feel not entirely dreadful afterwards.
And I am finally (FINALLY!) off to Laos this weekend. It’s just a few days in Vientiane to get a new visa, but I’m hoping to see the sun set over the Mekong River.
4 Responses to "Muan Jai™"
Wednesday, July 23, 2008 at 19:14
darling!! Are you DEAD?? Nikon, please tell us where Mr David is before we all gnaw out our livers with worry.
Thursday, July 24, 2008 at 12:12
Do not worry; Khun David has been visiting Laos and the regular flow of Blog posts had to be interrupted, as it is difficult to communicate from there.
But please take care of your liver, Khun P., you never know when you might need your internal organs to metabolize things…
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Thursday, July 17, 2008 at 3:51
So, it’s official: the Babylon’s over, kaputt, no more. Or so this thick-jawed, brown-eyed Adonis with biceps the size of Starbucks’ US redundancies told me in his deep, gravelling Romanian dialect just now on the pavement outside the BBB, whereupon I was playing Flanneur and chicken-spotter and longing I too could fly North of his ankles and South of his chest and East and West of his nipples all at once. What more? Eddi amused by my attempts to be a good Hausfrau, Marion verliebt, Thomas in Geld-shtick, M presumably back to the wall in final flight from the hordes of prettyboy bums all gaging to get a piece of his laugh – but then perhaps that’s just my fantasy. Do hope you’re continuing to revel in your Eastern fantasy, my dear. Or, is it a dream? Or even reality? Do I wake or sleep? Is that the lark or the nightingale or the sound of the U2 rumbling on overhead like so much urgent effluence? Is it be or not-to-be? Achingly yours and bowwow,
Great Dane xxx