OK first of all let me clarify some stuff.

This blog is my personal blog where I usually write things concerning my life and things I like. Since my life is lived here in Bangkok Thailand, it should come as no surprise to anyone that I sometime blog about it. So blogging about the Coup is merely blogging about something that's currently happening in my country. I am no expert at the subject (Coup, or politics in general). I don't even know how to use some of the terms to identify those "officials" in Thai or even in English. But the reason why I am blogging about this is that it is the least I can do to help report what is really going on while other channels of communications are altered, tampered, or even stopped. Over here in Thailand, to tell you the truth, there really isn't much going around because all sources are monitored, some censored, by this new Martial Law.

So I apologise if I cannot fully answer your questions about the Coup, or have a more "professional" looking blog. I know people are coming here from all sorts of directions and I thank you all so much for linking but I'm just a girl who's trying to graduate so she can get out of this big mess of a country, or at least get out there to help try to improve it.

I'll continue posting about the Coup whenever there are crucial updates that need attention but I will not make any political comment or turn the whole blog into a politic-centric one. This blog remains first and foremost my "ranting hub". However, if I ever feel the itch to rant about Thailand and its politics, just look for that "Siam" label and you'll find it. Again thank you all so much for visiting my blog.

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Skanks and Untouchable Men

Escobar once again for us Saturday night. The plan was first to go to Astra at RCA with Klao but good thing she changed her mind. RCA is so not my crowd, or Bua's. You can totally see the difference between the RCA crowd and the Thonglor/Ekamai crowd. I am not trying to be mean but they are mostly a bunch of wannabes around RCA. Unless you go to the upscale ones like Route or Astra, you'll find lots of these skanks walking around begging for attention from whatever creatures that have d*cks. Bua and I got there and immediately we knew we were out of place. I don't know it's just not my thing. If we have to go to these places and be compared to those that we know are so beneath us, why bother?

So Escobar it was we still needed to finish that bottle of Red.

We got there and took a seat on the second floor like always. The first thing we noticed was that the huge table next to us were full of guys - young, well-groomed, bunch of good looking Thai guys, and to tell you the truth that's a really rare sight to see.

Really rare. Really weird. A bunch of guys? Cute guys? And no girls?

As the time passed, more booze to go around, our nightmare was realised. Not only that they started getting a little bit friendly with each other, they started dancing, against each other! Shaking their booties, grinding up each other's behinds, and all that manly attitudes that got Bua's hormones pumping just now just faded away. It was a one big gay party at that table and boy were we disappointed.

And they were cute! Like very. No wonder why there are no cute straight guys left for us straight girls. The gays just take all the good ones, leaving us with a bunch of obnoxious, selfish, ungentlemenly bunch of poorly dressed assholes.

I DID NOT DRINK this time. Well one glass which really was too little to give any effects. For Bua though? Last night was HER night. So let me just give you a walkthrough of how things went down (the toilet) for her.

Bua, this post is dedicated to you:

1. Chilling at Starbucks RCA, looking like a decent person.

2. Having a nice little Tall Caramel Frappuccino before hitting the scene.

3. Starting to get bored. Klao changed the venue again?

4. Finally at Escobar. Meeting up with Klao and settling down.

5. Thai Party Pack is served.

6. Things are looking great so far

7. Then Bua grabs a drink, and one more, and one more, and one more..

8. Bua starts to lose it. Even Klao the renowned party goer is totally disgusted by what she's seeing.

9. Bua has now lost it.

10. Gay or straight she does not know. She fires it up with him anyway. (And yes he's from that table)


Bua continued until the lights were up and the music down.

She now pretty much does not remember anything from last night. I took her home around half past one. My car now smells like a brewery. So as a thank you to her for making me her driver, her personal ATM machine and her nanny, and soon to be her AA sponsor, I now present to you, the last moment of Miss KorBua at Escobar last night.

Squatting, on the floor, Ekamai sidewalk, with my leg as her source of balance.