Gay Boy Thailand

The small things

When I returned to Bangkok my boyfriend was happy and cuddly.  Kiss kiss. Hug hug.

But where was the drama? What do I have to write about if there is no drama? Well, we have had a mini-drama. Ah, now I can see you are paying attention again. Here we go:

When I came home The Mansion was out of everything. Drinking water, toilet paper, printer ink, batteries, clean shirts.

- Why can’t you buy some water? I asked.
- I buy for me, said Chalerm.
- Only for you? But you knew I was coming home. You only think about yourself? Is it only you, you, you? And why is the printer out of ink? Could you not buy some more? And why are there no clean shirts?

No reply.

A while later an unopened water bottle mysteriously appeared in the living room.

But the batteries were the biggest of the small things. I had bought spare batteries a while ago but now they were all gone. I could not remember using them. Chalerm’s digital camera eats these things.

And after going to the computer temple to buy more printer ink I noticed the remote control for our cable TV box didn’t work. I asked Chalerm about it. He said he didn’t know about it.

Then to the DVD episode. Now that I bought the fake Blu-Ray movies I wanted to watch them using the Surround Sound thingy.

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Regular readers of this blog will know I have longstanding issues with the DVD player. It never works when I want to use it. Every six months I come to watch a movie and inevitably something is wrong.

Usually the problem has been some Thai boy who has messed up the cables in an effort to “improve” the sound. I used to suspect Chalerm but it turned out it was his friends who did this in late-night sessions of movie and TV watching when they wanted to change from DVD to broadcast TV and they didn’t find the right button. So they messed with the cables instead to get sound. They would get TV sound doing this but at the expense of ruining the Surround setup.

Anyway, this time the cables were OK. I did not have spend half an hour in the dust behind the TV to put them right again. But the remote for the amplifier didn’t work. There is no manual control. If I can’t use the remote I can’t get any movie sound.

Someone had removed the batteries from the remote. I called Chalerm, who was in Rachada.
- SOMEONE has removed the batteries from the DVD remote, I said.
- Battery is in wireless phone transmitter, said Chalerm.
- Don’t remove batteries. SOMEONE should buy new batteries when needed.
- But you were looking when I remove and put in phone. You not say anything.
- I don’t remember that. I did not know you took the batteries.
- You can put battery back.
- Buy new ones on your way home. Four please. The cable remote doesn’t work either.
- I only buy two. Cable remote up to you.
- Four!

He hang up on me without saying goodbye.

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I put the batteries back in the DVD remote. Now Chalerm’s phone didn’t work but never mind.

Chalerm came home with a small plastic bag. It contained four batteries.
- Hello, I said.
Chalerm did not speak.
- Thanks for the batteries, I said. - How much were they?
- Free, said Chalerm coldly, playing the suffering martyr.

Chalerm went to bed and pretended to sleep.

I opened the cable remote. The batteries were corroded and leaking. No wonder they had stopped working.

I went to the bedroom, turned on the light and waved the old batteries in front of Chalerm’s face.
- Here! I said. - No wonder these batteries didn’t work.

All units were now ready with batteries. I moved the 24 inch Mac to where the TV was and plugged the Mac into the Surround System. It only gave two channel stereo since I didn’t have the right cable. But the fake Blu-ray was still impressive on my Mac screen.

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Chalerm sulked and did not speak to me the next morning. But in the evening he was back to happy cuddle mode. A twelve hour sulk only. They are getting shorter.