Dodger
September 13th, 2009, 07:18
Hi again you maniacs.
Well, aside from sharing my routine post-trip babblings, I felt inclined to share some feelings on the eve of me returning to Adventure Land - just for the heck of it.
For those who had the patience to read my last trip Report, you will probably be able to follow along with this. For those who were wise enough to avoid reading it, you will be completely in the dark.
Three months have elapsed since the passing of my mother and father and my break-up with Tape, who I will now refer to using the proper spelling of his family nick name тАЬThep,тАЭ and I have to say that the time has passed at the speed-of-light. Just 2-1/2 weeks to go and IтАЩm right back in the saddle again.
IтАЩve already jerked my legendary backpack off the shelfтАж dusted it off a bit, and gave it a heavy coat of waterproofing to help prepare for the monsoon rains which always seem to creep into October. I also picked up a few new pair of snug fitting Polo briefs, a re-supply of my trusty Astro Glide and a case of condoms. Well, that should just about do it. IтАЩll wait until the day before my departure to trim those renegade grey pubes so my guy will actually think IтАЩm younger, and last but not least, IтАЩll endure about 15 minutes of brisk exercise to help convince myself that I look and feel better physically. This marathon event is always followed by me turning around backwards so I can check out my ass in the mirror, as if that 15 minutes of exercise is going to re-shaped the dam thing.
After a two month gap in communications between Thep and I, we finally connected on the phone in an attempt to put pieces of our puzzle back together again. Thep, thinking that our relationship was doomed beyond repair after out last falling out, decided to do something which I found truly amazing. He decided to actually tell me the truth. Most of our major battles in the past have always been centered on what he was going to be doing when I returned to work in the U.S. After we completed the building of his new family house, his intentions, well not actually his intentions, but what he claimed were his intentions, were to stay at home with the family until I returned. Like clock-work, every time I return home, he spends 3 weeks with the family and then ends up on a bus to PTY, and ultimately back on the yaba trail againтАжthis last trip being no exception.
After 5-1/2 years I thought I had been exposed to the full scope of Theps vocal tones, but I was about to hear a new one. He sounded dead serious. Not that manipulating tone that IтАЩve heard all too often where he tries to sound dead serious, just these very monotone sounding words that presented a higher level of maturity than I was accustomed to hearing from him.
Understanding, that Thep has never once, in all these years, admitted to telling a lie, as if the entire universe would explode and shatter in a thousand pieces if he were to violate this sacred internal oath.. He would rather be burned at the stake than lose face. Well, he was about to take his maiden voyage. He told me he had be lying to me since the very beginning regarding his plans to live at home and there wasnтАЩt anything he could do about it. He went on to say that he likes being home with his family when I am there with him because we always have fun, but when I leave he canтАЩt handle more than 3 or 4 weeks of the boredom and then wants to get back to his friends. He even went as far as to tell me the House stuff was all bull shit as well. He said he wanted the house was for his mother and father, although never pictured himself staying there for long periods of time, regardless of what he told me. Still with that monotone voice, he went on to say that he is not a farm boy тАУ he is a lady boy. He cannot do the same kind of work that the other boys do тАУ nor would he ever want to. He said he was very sorry for this тАУ but basically, that was the truth.
That little bastard left me speechless.
Here I am, a self-educated professional who consults and teaches technical business platforms on an international level, and this little ladyboy who was spawned in the fucking jungle - who never graduated second grade, just left me speechless. Instead of turning this into another emotional debate, I remembered something that Abraham Lincoln was once quoted as sayingтАжтАЭfools rush in, where angels dare not tread..тАЭ and decided to keep my mouth shut and just think about what he was saying at that precise moment.
The reason I was speechless wasnтАЩt because I couldnтАЩt come up with a line at the time, it was because he was right, and I knew he was right. If he was honest with me about not wanting to stay at home prior to the house building, I would probably have never built it in the first place. If he told me that he was going to be hanging around PTY when I was at home working, I would probably not have kept him as a full-time partner this long either.
For years, every time Thep and I would have a serious battle, he would crawl out of bed the next morning at the ungodly hour of 4:00 AM, and return home an hour latter holding a rotten chicken in his hands. Not one of those chickens you see at the market, which are intended for eating, but a musty dark brown, and severely aged, rotten chicken. He would then place the chicken on a large platter, carry it out to the balcony, and adorn the platter with all sorts of strange decorations. The final touch was always a few candles and two or three bunches of incense. He would then light the candles and incense and inform me that this must stay on the balcony for the next 24 hours. In Theps village, they hold true to this old Buddhist (or tribal) superstition as being the means in which you rid your household of bad spirits which create disharmony. Believe me, weтАЩve had at least one or two of these rotten chicken ceremonies every holiday.
The amazing part of this was that the day after the rotten chicken had all but disintegrated in the hot sun, was always followed by an exceptionally rewarding romantic/sexual interaction between us, followed by a distinct feeling of calm in the air.
A few years back, when Thep and two of his friends were out shopping, I decided to go out and purchase one of those rotten chickens. It looked really cool lying in the front basket of my motorbike as I zoomed back to Chateau Dale. If my friends back in Chicago could have caught that sceneтАж555
I arrived home and tossed the goofy looking corpse on a platter, decorated the hell out of it (I think I even tossed in an old Steely Dan CD), lit the candles and incense, and slid the balcony doors closed. An hour later, Thep and his two friends walked in the door to find me lounging on the sofa. Thep immediately looked out on the balcony тАУ turned to face me with this twisted expression on his face тАУ and with a high shrilled voice, yelped outтАжтАЭyouтАжyou ting tong - what you doingтАжwe not fighting long time nowтАжyou ting tong.тАЭ? His two friends just stood there silent and motionless. I just grinned and told him that the day after we do this тАЬthingтАЭ with the rotten chicken we always have such a great time, so I thought IтАЩd just toss one on the balcony for good luck. A moment later he burst into laughter, laughing so hard he could hardly explain what was going on to his friends. Once they caught the drift, they in-turn burst into laughter - until all three of them had tears rolling down their cheeks.
YouтАЩre probably wondering why I just shared that stupid story with you. Well, keep wondering, because I havenтАЩt got the foggiest clue.
I have no idea how this next holiday will play out, as thereтАЩs still the issue of Theps yaba problem to deal with, although, I have a funny feeling that I may just find myself walking around that smelly market again in search of another rotten chicken or two. I think the recent passing of my parents has re-solidified the fact that we are only here for a short time, and we should embrace every moment of every day as being special, and if it doesnтАЩt seem special, then we should do something to make it special.
Mai pen rai
Well, aside from sharing my routine post-trip babblings, I felt inclined to share some feelings on the eve of me returning to Adventure Land - just for the heck of it.
For those who had the patience to read my last trip Report, you will probably be able to follow along with this. For those who were wise enough to avoid reading it, you will be completely in the dark.
Three months have elapsed since the passing of my mother and father and my break-up with Tape, who I will now refer to using the proper spelling of his family nick name тАЬThep,тАЭ and I have to say that the time has passed at the speed-of-light. Just 2-1/2 weeks to go and IтАЩm right back in the saddle again.
IтАЩve already jerked my legendary backpack off the shelfтАж dusted it off a bit, and gave it a heavy coat of waterproofing to help prepare for the monsoon rains which always seem to creep into October. I also picked up a few new pair of snug fitting Polo briefs, a re-supply of my trusty Astro Glide and a case of condoms. Well, that should just about do it. IтАЩll wait until the day before my departure to trim those renegade grey pubes so my guy will actually think IтАЩm younger, and last but not least, IтАЩll endure about 15 minutes of brisk exercise to help convince myself that I look and feel better physically. This marathon event is always followed by me turning around backwards so I can check out my ass in the mirror, as if that 15 minutes of exercise is going to re-shaped the dam thing.
After a two month gap in communications between Thep and I, we finally connected on the phone in an attempt to put pieces of our puzzle back together again. Thep, thinking that our relationship was doomed beyond repair after out last falling out, decided to do something which I found truly amazing. He decided to actually tell me the truth. Most of our major battles in the past have always been centered on what he was going to be doing when I returned to work in the U.S. After we completed the building of his new family house, his intentions, well not actually his intentions, but what he claimed were his intentions, were to stay at home with the family until I returned. Like clock-work, every time I return home, he spends 3 weeks with the family and then ends up on a bus to PTY, and ultimately back on the yaba trail againтАжthis last trip being no exception.
After 5-1/2 years I thought I had been exposed to the full scope of Theps vocal tones, but I was about to hear a new one. He sounded dead serious. Not that manipulating tone that IтАЩve heard all too often where he tries to sound dead serious, just these very monotone sounding words that presented a higher level of maturity than I was accustomed to hearing from him.
Understanding, that Thep has never once, in all these years, admitted to telling a lie, as if the entire universe would explode and shatter in a thousand pieces if he were to violate this sacred internal oath.. He would rather be burned at the stake than lose face. Well, he was about to take his maiden voyage. He told me he had be lying to me since the very beginning regarding his plans to live at home and there wasnтАЩt anything he could do about it. He went on to say that he likes being home with his family when I am there with him because we always have fun, but when I leave he canтАЩt handle more than 3 or 4 weeks of the boredom and then wants to get back to his friends. He even went as far as to tell me the House stuff was all bull shit as well. He said he wanted the house was for his mother and father, although never pictured himself staying there for long periods of time, regardless of what he told me. Still with that monotone voice, he went on to say that he is not a farm boy тАУ he is a lady boy. He cannot do the same kind of work that the other boys do тАУ nor would he ever want to. He said he was very sorry for this тАУ but basically, that was the truth.
That little bastard left me speechless.
Here I am, a self-educated professional who consults and teaches technical business platforms on an international level, and this little ladyboy who was spawned in the fucking jungle - who never graduated second grade, just left me speechless. Instead of turning this into another emotional debate, I remembered something that Abraham Lincoln was once quoted as sayingтАжтАЭfools rush in, where angels dare not tread..тАЭ and decided to keep my mouth shut and just think about what he was saying at that precise moment.
The reason I was speechless wasnтАЩt because I couldnтАЩt come up with a line at the time, it was because he was right, and I knew he was right. If he was honest with me about not wanting to stay at home prior to the house building, I would probably have never built it in the first place. If he told me that he was going to be hanging around PTY when I was at home working, I would probably not have kept him as a full-time partner this long either.
For years, every time Thep and I would have a serious battle, he would crawl out of bed the next morning at the ungodly hour of 4:00 AM, and return home an hour latter holding a rotten chicken in his hands. Not one of those chickens you see at the market, which are intended for eating, but a musty dark brown, and severely aged, rotten chicken. He would then place the chicken on a large platter, carry it out to the balcony, and adorn the platter with all sorts of strange decorations. The final touch was always a few candles and two or three bunches of incense. He would then light the candles and incense and inform me that this must stay on the balcony for the next 24 hours. In Theps village, they hold true to this old Buddhist (or tribal) superstition as being the means in which you rid your household of bad spirits which create disharmony. Believe me, weтАЩve had at least one or two of these rotten chicken ceremonies every holiday.
The amazing part of this was that the day after the rotten chicken had all but disintegrated in the hot sun, was always followed by an exceptionally rewarding romantic/sexual interaction between us, followed by a distinct feeling of calm in the air.
A few years back, when Thep and two of his friends were out shopping, I decided to go out and purchase one of those rotten chickens. It looked really cool lying in the front basket of my motorbike as I zoomed back to Chateau Dale. If my friends back in Chicago could have caught that sceneтАж555
I arrived home and tossed the goofy looking corpse on a platter, decorated the hell out of it (I think I even tossed in an old Steely Dan CD), lit the candles and incense, and slid the balcony doors closed. An hour later, Thep and his two friends walked in the door to find me lounging on the sofa. Thep immediately looked out on the balcony тАУ turned to face me with this twisted expression on his face тАУ and with a high shrilled voice, yelped outтАжтАЭyouтАжyou ting tong - what you doingтАжwe not fighting long time nowтАжyou ting tong.тАЭ? His two friends just stood there silent and motionless. I just grinned and told him that the day after we do this тАЬthingтАЭ with the rotten chicken we always have such a great time, so I thought IтАЩd just toss one on the balcony for good luck. A moment later he burst into laughter, laughing so hard he could hardly explain what was going on to his friends. Once they caught the drift, they in-turn burst into laughter - until all three of them had tears rolling down their cheeks.
YouтАЩre probably wondering why I just shared that stupid story with you. Well, keep wondering, because I havenтАЩt got the foggiest clue.
I have no idea how this next holiday will play out, as thereтАЩs still the issue of Theps yaba problem to deal with, although, I have a funny feeling that I may just find myself walking around that smelly market again in search of another rotten chicken or two. I think the recent passing of my parents has re-solidified the fact that we are only here for a short time, and we should embrace every moment of every day as being special, and if it doesnтАЩt seem special, then we should do something to make it special.
Mai pen rai