Buhay Bangkok

Three months of silence…That’s a long time. I must’ve been quite lazy to jot down even a word here in my own blog. I read somewhere that one technique of maintaining a blog is to…well…maintain it. Post as often as you can. no matter how trivial or even senseless. It’s supposed to be better than coming up with a Pulitzer-winninge essay and posting it in your blog every year. Which, I think, is what Onic and Marvic have been doing with theirs. Something I find agreement with. It’s not easy to write, you know. Writing something sensible, I mean. It’s like carrying a child to term and delivering it, with all the accompanying pain and pleasure. (Now I’m just talking in a figurative manner here, alright? I haven’t been pregnant. Ever.).

Still, I feel disappointed every time I check my blog stats and see a long flat line, meaning nobody’s been checking my blog, which is fair because I haven’t been updating it either.

 And now I’m pecking these words…most likely senseless ones…just so I can fill in the gap that three months of silence have made. I’m not even going to edit these strings of words and phrases hastily and intuitively put together, the way I have done with my other blog posts.

 Three months…Three months…Let me see now…

Okay, so we went home for a brief visit. It was a hectic two weeks in December. No time to even ring the few friends I have left. Just had time to spend with my parents and siblings, and my wife’s parents and siblings, and their respective families. Sheesh, I didn’t even get to enjoy  our trips to the malls, what with all the Christmas rush and hustle and bustle. Just the same, I really felt good spending the holidays, however brief, at home, and not in a Buddhist kingdom.

Then just as the smoke and stench of gunpowder began to settle, we were back at the airport for the trip back to Bangkok. Back to the saltmines, the sing-song chatterings of my officemates and the isolation of being the only Pinoy in a Thai company.

And then Paulo and I observed our birthdays last month. I felt good giving him that AWE Striker. I still remember how happy he looked when he woke up on the morning of his birthday to discover that I had that toy vehicle brought in  from Manila just in time for his 8th birthday. Of course, I got my own AWE Striker too.

 March brought changes. For the better, I hope. My wife got accepted in Mahidol University-International College. It’s really a big deal, for among Thailand’s dozens and dozens of universities with international programs, MUIC is among the best, if not the. Well, her salary is icing on the cake, and for the first time after two years, she’ll be getting a higher pay than me. No tinge of insecurity from me, though. Anyway, the spirit of conjugal property is alive and well in our marriage.