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the small things

In bits & pieces, wanderlust on January 8, 2007 by carinasuyin

The noodles were springy and simple. It came in a clear broth filled with chopped cilantro, little cubes of pork lard, assorted fish cake slices, fishballs, and some char siew. Half the joy of eating it was dressing it up to your taste with the condiments provided on every table. Sweet, sour, salty and spicy translates into sugar, pickled chilli, fish sauce and dried chilli flakes. You add a bit of everything, stir up the noodles and slurp away. The other half is eating one’s second bowl at 2 a.m. with a glass of gaa fae yen at a hawker stall opposite Patpong, with a bunch of dearest friends (some in their pajamas) and surrounded by tables of drunk Japanese guys, noisy ladyboys and other interesting shady-looking characters.
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“Up and down. Up and down,” said Goong with a wide smile, leaning on the frame of the kitchen door, shaking her head as she watched Meng Teck, Ah Tan and me lock the bicycles for the umpteenth time today. We were having a whale of a time exploring the town and the quaint little lanes dotted with guesthouses and village homes along the river. At fifty baht per bicycle for the whole day, we rode the bikes everywhere till our butts were sore. Several times daily we carried the bicycles up and down the steep cement flight of stairs that separates the guesthouse entrance from its riverside rooms, much to Som the ginger tabby’s bored gaze and the guesthouse staff’s continued amusement. Baa, we must appear to be… baa baa baaw baaw!!
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There is a sliver of a moon on my left and a fluffy shuriken sun on my right. Cotton candy clouds fills the sky in between. A whiff of diesel in the air and the hum of a jet ski engine roaring away in the distance accompany waves gently lapping upon the shore. I can feel my complexion turning another shade toastier. Hopefully it would by now look like roasted macadamia nuts coated with a glaze of honey and not burnt almonds. My fingers and toes are looking a bit like prunes though. Lying on my back afloat in the sea, staring up at the sky… this is bliss revisited. I am happy.

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3 Responses to “the small things”

  1. u sound like u had a whale of a time in thailand … i miss that place ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. oh my god carina!!!!! i missed you again! my bad!

  3. sf: Definitely! ๐Ÿ™‚

    juliana: Ampun maaf beribu-ribu ampun, Juliana!! My fault too… next month!! CNY!! Hee…

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