eatdixx's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- it sounds bad but really i'm orright yo. just a bit shaken up. good evening. i'm sleepless in bangcock. in my ears i have chet baker trumpeting smooth jazzy tunes about love, surrounding me in a warm blanket of false comfort. enough bullshit. i got run over by a motorbike yesterday. it was monsooning berserko, with slippery roads and slippery feet in thongs, carrying a can of half drunk beer, walking back from dropping The Bee off at her boat. i step out into the chaotic street, filled with buses, motorbikes covered in raincoats, tuk tuks speeding around without any warning and no break in the traffic, except for slowing down briefly, giving me a chance to cross. all of a fucken sudden a motorbike zips up through the stopped cars and i hear a man scream very close to my ear, the engine of the bike rev, and the next thing i know i'm on the ground, watching my beer foam and spill across the wet asphalt. i picked myself up, feeling pain in my left hand, and helped the motorbiker up from underneath his bike where he was pressed to the ground. he was very upset, shocked and angry. yelling at me in thai. i kept asking him 'are you okay? are you okay? are you hurt?' through bits of thai and english he said 'NO! NOT OK! I NOT OK!' and lifted up his pant leg to check out his injured ankle. it seemed fine. i squatted down to check out any damage to his bike, after suggesting we go to the side of the street and let the traffic past, so the fucken people could stop the fuck staring at us with their mouths open. bike was fine. the man calmed down a bit and attempted to start the engine. a bus had stopped in the other lane, and while i hovered there waiting for the bike to come to life the busdriver opens his window and starts yelling at me 'YOU GO! YOU GO! YOU GO NOW!' i didn't know where i was, which way i was supposed to go or why, so clutching my injured hand i took off down an alleyway on shakey feet, walked past a beggar, thinking WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME, WHAT HAVE I DONE, IS IT CAUSE OF THE WEED, I SHOULDN'T HAVE SMOKED THAT WEED IN CAMBODIA, MAYBE IT'S KARMA BITING ME IN THE ASS, IS SOMETHING ELSE GOING TO HAPPEN, WHAT'S GOING ON ETC. so i threw 100 baht into the beggars hat and as i scurried past i got a loud KAHP KUN KAHHHH! [thank you] from him, but i didn't really care if he appreciated it or not, i was giving it for selfish reasons, desperately trying to avoid a third catastrophe. so today i've felt really crook in my tummy, my body is covered in purple and blood surfacing bruises, my hand/thumb is sprained and i can't do up my own bra or pants, i can't sleep, i have a headache and i want to lay on the couch and be cuddled by kate. i think i'm going to cry now, and this net cafe is closing, so i gotta audi. i had a date last night with Kin. he makes my heart flutter, and i did more than i should have with him. i met a beautiful orange coloured lady today, she made my day and makes me want to achieve something special. my first australian. i miss australia. goodnight. xx 1:43 a.m. - 2004-08-11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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