It’s still a little bit too early for the cool season here in Bangkok, but it does seem like “winter” might just already be here! The presence of the cool breeze has already started to linger just a few days ago and it felt much, much cooler today; marking the unmistakable sign of the changing weather pattern.
Such cooler weather at the end of the year is always associated with the upcoming holiday season in my mind. It is certainly way too early to start slacking given that the cool season = holiday mood don’t usually start till about almost the end of December. My holiday mood and feeling will seem longer now if the weather continues like this till Jan or Feb next year. A shame, really, since I can’t quite start slacking off at work yet, given the current work load.
I wish the work load will let up a little. It is, however, a nice time to be here in Bangkok. The cool season is really my favourite time of the year. It makes me crave for hot chocolate, marshmallows and something minty or savoury.
Silver Bullet is spot on when he forwarded me the link and remarked that the job is just perfect for me. Imagine geting paid to sleep in luxury beds and be able to blog about it. I want, I want, I want!
My thoughts drifted to one of the coolest and most memorable quotes with the beginning and end scene playing in my head for a split second today as I try to meticulously navigate the madness of work in the office without losing my sanity :
“Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a career.
Choose a family,
Choose a fucking big television,
Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance.
Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home.
Choose your friends.
Choose leisure wear and matching luggage.
Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing you last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.
But why would I want to do a thing like that?
I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons.”
Sounds familiar?
“So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I’m a bad person, but that’s going to change, I’m going to change. This is the last of this sort of thing. I’m cleaning up and I’m moving on, going straight and choosing life. I’m looking forward to it already. I’m going to be just like you:
the job,
the family,
the fucking big television,
the washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electrical tin opener,
good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance,
mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park,
nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing the gutters,
Trainspotting is easily one of the best cult classics of all time; having first watched it when I was about 16 or 17 years old. It remains as one of my favourite movies. The scripting: Superbly Brilliant!The storyline: Incredibly nerve wrecking, yet enlightening.
For a lack of a better word, there’s definitely some assimilation (?) to bits and pieces of the script: “choose your future, choose life…getting by, looking ahead, to the day you die”.
There’s an undertone of rebellion in there while trying to conform. I like.
