people

Venting/Complaining

I’m angry. I’m full of piss and vinegar and I just want to vent it all over the place. But, I’m not going to. I’m going to accept what it is as what it is and allow it all to flow like a river, or something else flowy, and let everything end up as it does. Somewhere, be it happy or sad.

I’ve been debating with myself what to do here: should I rant on about all the shite that I come across on my day to day dealings with the world, or should I try to see things a little more positively and look at life and the world as the eclectic manifestation it actually is? Here’s my dilemma. I don’t want to do either of these.


this city.

I have been a resident of Thailand for a little over two months now, floating around the southern islands while the floods have ravaged central Thailand and the capital. With the floods finally "under control" (but still devestating the northern suburbs where I live) we came back to Bangkok, where it all started, where it all happens, busy and smelly, full of contradictions living in harmony, the city of sin in the East.

Bangkok smiles

This is an amazing video shared with me by a good friend... literally cannot help but smile while watching and remember what an amazing place I am living! Taking one day at a time now, that's all I can seem to do, no home, no job, no computer; practically no life at all except somehow I am loving it more than ever! People are wonderful and life is full of smiles. Enjoy!


Bangkok smiles from Travelettes on Vimeo.


All people smile in the same language.




Letter from Korea, September 2011.

Suwon, Korea
23/9/2011

Dear Ireland,

You may not know this but Koreans are known as the Irish of the east. I didn’t know this until a while after I arrived here first in 2005. Of course, when I was young and heard the main reason why I thought it was great and I looked forward to challenging this accolade to the best of my ability; could Koreans out-drink me, a then twenty-three year old post-university drifter who had ended up in Korea with the promise of earning enough money to travel around the world. The fact that I never made it past Malaysia is beyond the point.

Of course, there are more reasons why Koreans are known as the Irish of the east than the fact that both countries are famous for the amount of alcohol that is consumed by their citizenry.


The People -v- The Black Guy on the Bus

Courtesy of The Marmots Hole this piece of ‘news’ came into my world. I’m sure much more has been said and much more will be said.I’m sure much more has been said and much more will be said. If you are really interested I will allow you to spend your afternoon taking in the comments section in the post – there are some wonderful, inteligent commentors to marvel at. All of that aside I want to chime in with my own little tome. These are just a few things I was mulling over as I walked home from work (yes, today in that heat…perhaps I’m delirious) – I didn’t take the bus because I was afraid of ajjoshis, but because I need to lose some weight and I like walking at night during the summer.


Seoul meets body

People come and go, especially when you live the nomadic life of a traveling teacher, it is part of the deal and you learn to enjoy each encounter for what it is. You will go insane if you expect every person you meet to have some great impact on your life, yet their presence alone can alter the course of the future, such a novel thing we sometimes forget.  Some are good for just one night, others for a continuing relationship that eventually meets its end when your paths diverge, still more that will remain in contact with you over the years and a rare few that will stick, the ones that you can never forget or leave behind.

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HBC Fest – Rock n’ Roll (and some folk) Photos

Here are some more pics from May’s HBC Fest, this time I’m keeping all things musical this time and focusing purely on the live acts. I have a few more pictures of the crowd’s antics to post but I’m going to give the people who make the Fest worth going to some credit – in fairness it wouldn’t be much of a music festival without much music, right?

These photos are going to start from the beginning, around 1 or 2 in the afternoon. I didn’t get to see everyone, but everyone I did see did get a photo included. I decided to go with a slideshow this time.

Enjoy!

 

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By-the-by, let me know what you think of how this was presented – did the slideshow work? I have other options for displaying photos that I’m currently exploring. I want to avoid the big long post of photos I’ve been doing in the past.


on the streets.

In this big city, loneliness is somehow inevitable, as you walk amongst a sea of black hair and incessant clicking heels. Sometimes though, as I walk past each person, I feel I get a half a second glimpse into their world as our realities are intertwined, if even for just that fleeting moment. The strong scent of aftershave follows the gentleman dressed like Ron Burgundy and lingers for a few more steps. I have a feeling he just came from that love motel but it is anyone's guess. As my ipod provides the soundtrack, in my head are a million different stories about that man and how he came to be at that very place, at that very moment, intersecting paths with this foreigner.