i have been planning the first post of a series for some time now. have been too busy to do anything lately but the occasional reply to a post: embassassing for me, actually, since i had promised myself that i would try to shut the firk up until i actually had something to say which would do the forum justice. anyway, i just finished a bottle of brandy and at this time it makes sense to post what i will probably regret tomorrow, so here goes with the first title:
RESPECT
in my 49 years of existence, i have come across many people who I felt deserved my respect. mostly for their wisdom, honesty and integrity, and it just struck me that i never met a thai male (i exclude females here, coz i did meet many i respected, none for their honesty or integrity, tho)
i was thinking that if i started this thread:"THAI MALES WHO DESERVE YOUR RESPECT" (i exclude the monarchy- you have the right to respect them if you feel you really have to),it would probably go down in teakdoor history as the one thread which never got any replies....
number two: THAI HEROES
living in isaan for four+ years, i never met a single thai male who was not an out-and -out coward. always ready to chirp when in the safety of a crowd and full of booze, or ready to run up behind you with a big stick, but would run like hell when you turn round to face them. my thai brother- in -law once told me that the thais were always very clever in battle: instead of fighting it out, they would compromise to avoid conflict. perhaps this is why they still claim they were never colonised, nor invaded by anybody- they simply gave up before the shit happened....
number three: THAI INGENUITY
i am convinced that if the thais knew that men had landed on the moon,they would claim that the first man on the moon was a thai. i only found out when i moved to thailand that the thais of isaan know everything about everything. they can do everything better than the farang, be it construction, farming, electrical work, you name it! and all this on an average of four years of schooling! now, they must be a bunch of fukkin brainsurgeons to be able to manage that!
number four: THAI FOOD
I really like thai food- spent many evenings out in my home country eating at thai restaurants. then i came to isaan and i found there was just about nothing i could buy to eat that was not liberally garnished with rotten fish, boiled chicken-blood, pig's intestines etc.
i farmed catfish in isaan, and often caught the neighbours' chickens in my veggie-patch, dispatched them and disposed of the evidence in the catfish tanks. it would take a few minutes for the fish to reduce the carcass to a few bones, some skin and a few feathers, PLUS one do-nut shaped organ (i never figured what it was) that they simply would not touch. a thai friend cooked me a curry once, and the only animal ingredient i found in it was this same fleshy do-nut-thingy!
only thai food is worth eating. farang food is shite!
last thread title:
THAI MALE SAVES FARANG MAN'S LIFE, AND RECEIVES NO REWARD
ok, so today i was proven wrong about my thai hero theory.....almost
"almost", because although he has thai nationality, and has lived most of his 8 years of life in thailand,, my son has been brought up with farang
values and understands the value of education.
today the bloody car started giving shit. well, actually it has been getting worse for a while, and because i have been too busy, i did the thai thing and ignored the noise and vibration coming from the propshaft, knowing it would get worse, but hoping it would last just a little longer....
well, i limped it home and jacked it up. now i know how dangerous it is to crawl under a car without a stand as well as a jack, but, hell-the wheels were still on, and i would probably not be crushed if it fell off the jack.
the boy stuck his head in and i told him to piss off and this is dangerous and he ignored me and i cracked him and he pulled his head out and he still wouldnt go away and i couldnt reach him to crack him again and then the fukkn car rolled off the jack...
the merc was just high enough not to crush me, but low enough to compress my chest to the point where i could not breathe.
because i could not breathe, i could not ask for help, and the kid then responded to handsignals, first winding down the jack, then chocking the wheels with a brick, re-inserted the jack, and wound it up again!
he saved my life!
ok,so now we are even: i saved his life once when i kidnapped him and his brother from their alcoholic, drug addict mother, nearly getting shot by the thai cops in the process. bothers me a bit that i now have nothing left to use as a lever when he gets older, but for now, he is my hero!
cheers