Gay Boy Thailand

I am annoyed with Chalerm for being out so late, with the Noodle Family and whatever he does out in the soi. Last night he came home 3am. Since he works afternoon and evening he will usually manage to get out of bed and to work in time, but still… this night owl habit is going too far (and I am a night owl myself). I don’t like the idea of having him out there alone in the dark. He was here at home with one of the Noodle Girls around 10pm, and at 1am last night he was with the Noodles in their home, at 2am he was eating on the street, and right before 3am he was in the 7-Eleven. I know this because I called him up and chided him several times.

I went to immigration this afternoon to get my 30 day extension. I dread going to immigration. I have this feeling that they will put me in chains, throw me into a dark room full of Burmese and Bangladeshis, and that I will never see daylight again. Luckily this didn’t happen today, all they wanted was a 1900 baht fee.

I am looking for more Minolta lenses. Today I was around Bangkok to see if I could find any in the shops, but they are out of them. Someone has underestimated the demand for Minolta glass. I consider bidding for a used one on ebay. It is already more than the price of a new one, but new lenses can’t be found. If I buy it I will have to ask the seller to send it to Thailand marked “old lens no value” or something like that, so customs don’t grab it with their greedy fingers.

I hope Sony as the new owner will sort out the situation with Minolta gear so I don’t have to hunt for items like they were precious antiques.

I received an “anonymous” complaint from Farang D’s corporate headquarters yesterday. A strangely familiar voice told me on the phone that despite a ban on smoking in the office a man was there puffing away. “Anonymous” had put up a no smoking sign in Thai, but the man disregarded this. Both girls and gay boys complained about the pollution as well as the man’s unwanted presence.

Farang D asked me to find out more. Digging into the matter it turned out that the suspect is a man commonly known as The Talker. He earned his nickname for his love of talking. The Talker is an engineer, and his job is to repair and maintain things. He has no business in the office, but he likes to go there to enjoy the air condition and talk to the ladies. The Talker is in the office every afternoon, hanging around for hours in violation of company policy. Farang D thanked me for the spying and promised to put his best boy on the case.