.. and so Limo ran away after papah shouted at him at 3 am on that fateful day. So wat do we do.. Leave him out or go look for him. At this moment of doubt and remorse, he was carried home by the guard. Khap khun ka, pi.. : )
Amidst the chaotic and loud LIMOSINE.. DON"T RUN AWAY AGAIN.. yada yada yada, the nice uncle quietly set off to work.. blocking the gate with little pieces of wood. Talk about taking actions against all talk no action.. I am guilty for the latter. Beads of sweat dripped from his wrinkled face as he worked on the project. Moments later.. i gave a smile and an appreciative 'wai'. I hope he understood my gratitude.
Yesterday, disaster struck again. I am exaggerating.. but for one who doesnt speak thai.. it is a disaster when something needs fixing in the hse and you can't just call Ah Ming plumber to come fix it, pronto.. The pipe outside was leaking. It wasn't dripdripdripping.. it was spewing as tho the water meter doesnt work and there is no draught in other parts of the world. "Hello.. the pipe is leaking.. i need a plumber.. a plumber.. A PLUMBER.." Lots of translations and frustrations, i forecasted. Maybe i should attempt fixing it myself.. since i could fix the light bulb (with gooly holding the chair). I took a cloth.. (err.. to wrap/shoo mozzie/wateva) and set off to be a DIY-er. Lo and behold.. someone had already fixed the darn thing.
Sure.. there are the evil tuk tuk-man who lurks around the city and irritating auntie who seems to think that i am a mistress to a mysterious man.. and the opposite auntie who likes to rant on in thai on godknowswhat. Despite it all, angels do live here.. in Samutprakarn.
Khap Khun Kha..and sawadeeka..
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