Bangkok Klong of Consciousness

If only my life was more like the music video for a Thai pop song.

I’d be casually making my way home from work when a few dramatic drum-rolls of thunder and flashes of lightning would announce that the heavens were about to open. I’d hurriedly skip from the edge of one puddle to another and run towards a sheltered spot in the distance. But wait! Oh no, what’s this? I seem to have carelessly bumped into a breathtakingly gorgeous girl who also happens to be heading for the same spot.

Alas, when we arrive it becomes clear that there is only room for one person to stand under the shop awning. Unsure of what to do, our eyes slowly meet.

The earth momentarily stops rotating. The chaos and splatters of rain all around fade away to reveal the sweet melody of whatever song this real-life music video is accompanying. Then, in a magical gesture, I pull an umbrella from behind me and present it as if it were a bouquet of flowers (why didn’t I have this umbrella out before?) Who cares. I offer to share it with the distressed damzel before me and she willingly but politely accepts.

Standing with the tips of her toes coyly pointed together, she brushes wet strands of hair away fom her face, revealing a set of dark puppy-dog eyes. As she slowly looks up at me, my heart is not sure whether to skip a beat or melt away right there and then.

But no. Back in the real world, I hurriedly exit the skytrain station while pondering whether a combination of rain and iPod headphones could result in death by electrocution. Standing at the side of road and waiting for a taxi that will never come, I sulk in the rain like a bedraggled cat that has finally accepted that it is bath-time.

Heavy drops of uninvited rain slither down my neck and gather in a gruesome pool party at the base of my back. Oncoming pick-up trucks swerve erraticly towards the kerb, unleashing tidal waves of murky water that I must dodge in an equally erratic manner if I am to avoid succumbing to their little game of splash the pedestrian.

Two soggy hours later, I finally make it back to my apartment with just enough time to cook a soggy microwave meal before it’s time to go to bed and repeat the whole soggy scenario again tomorrow.

Ahh. Such is life.

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