Wishing for a longer fuse

Alan and Sittha are at the beach and I have to admit, I kinda miss them. Of course, if I told them this, it would totally go to their heads, so I'll just keep it to myself. Neither of them has really been checking my blog lately, so it's unlikely they'll stumble across this. Hahaha, but if they do, it's all well and good. I do miss them. Possibly coz all my other friends are out of the country (except Miko, but she's busy with Chinese and piano lessons). Possibly because it's so hot in Bangkok I am literally cooking in my own skin. Possibly because I have no one to be silly with - although it's hard being silly with the two of them; Sittha, because it's so hard to read his reactions and Alan, because he's so quiet. Lord only knows what Alan is thinking about half the time. Hmmm, but maybe I should be happy about that. The thing I like about Alan is that it takes a lot to provoke him. He has the longest fuse of anyone I've ever met. You can tease him and taunt him and threaten him, and he'll take it all in stride. But, for goodness' sakes, don't give him a chance to exercise his sharp tongue. We met at MUIC, and during second year, he was in a few of my classes, and I thought he looked so much like a sad, lost puppy dog, I decided to make friends with him. Big mistake. That babe-in-the-woods look? Just that - a look. The first time we had lunch together, within the space of about five minutes, he'd already insulted my looks, my intelligence and my ability to carry on a decent conversation. I was so shocked, I abandoned all attempts to forge a friendship and decided never to talk to him again. Suffice to say, "never" has been shelved. Aside from that hidden core of potent meanness and his atrocious taste in all things entertainment (he has by far the worst collection of DVDs I've heard of, seemingly composed of only fourth-rate movies), he's a good guy. Don't give him too much of a chance to be annoying, and he's quite tolerable. Sigh. Tomorrow is Songkran, the Thai New Year, meaning I have to make the rounds of relatives' houses. The streets will be drenched; the splashing of water will be engaged in by all and sundry. The two of them will be enjoying themselves at the beach while I have to sit through my grandmother's lecture on how I'm still too fat, but oh, would I like another bowl of fried rice? Don't you love irony? I wish I had Alan's long fuse.

Final thought: If you are patient in one moment of anger, you will escape a hundred days of sorrow. (Chinese proverb)