Fear me. Fear me not.

It's been a while..

The last time i flared up, it was more than 10 years ago..

At my granny's place, during CNY reunion dinner with my 2 aunties.

It was such a wreck. There were so much vulgarities coming out from my mouth that night. And it had to be against my own blood kin, my dad's sisters. I never regret what i did.. It was all to protect my mom.

Long story short. My parents had divorced for some years, my 2 aunties started bad mouthing my mom in front of me, gave them a nice and harmless warning, they kept talking about it, the more they talked the more agitated i became, frustrated and boiling, Jaime was turned into a T-rex, scolded both of them, they got a shock, both aunties gang up against me, me against the 2 of them while the rest of the family looked on stunned, vulgarities and shouts were heard at the end of the road. Eventually i left because my granny was crying.. That's what happened.

And these few days, my temper is back..! This time, it's my dear useless wealthy cousin. My cousin threatening my brother. I asked my uesless cousin for a meet up? He doesn't dare to meet me. Guess he's scared, scared that i will tear him apart.. :)

I become a horrible person when i flare up. Every word that comes out from this angry body is vicious.. Every plan to bring the enemy down is vicious. Everything about me when i flare up is.. Horrible!

I hate myself when i flare up.

I hate it even more when someone tried to bully my loved ones!

Back off Alan! I'm warning you..

Workcation

Workcation = Work + Vacation

I was in BKK last week from 05 - 13 October 2008 for work and vacation. I was there to train Wee, one of our new team member who joined us recently, and to take a short needed break.

While i was half way training Wee (my new colleague), the series of protests erupted again.. This time it was quite bad.. There were the police, protesters, tear gases and lemon bombs. 2 protesters were dead and hundreds were injured. It was really sad to see a protest leading to deaths and injuries.

But it was a different view from our side. I didn't witness the protest as we weren't even near the protest grounds. Everyone still goes to work. Everyone still goes out for meals and shopping. Life still goes on in BKK.. No protest is stopping the locals. It was the power of media that painted the pictures ugly... I know because i can read about the protests everyday on papers.

I am really blessed that the protests didn't get any worse during my visit there. I still do what i do in BKK; work, barramundi fishing, fabulous shopping, thai food, foot massages..

Nothing.. Not even the protest had got in my way. No matter what happens.. I still love Thailand. :)

Images of my trip, images and videos of our fishing trip are found in my Facebook profile. Cheers!