Through casual observation, Bangkok has a high density of beautiful people (tag). It was unusually hard for me to savor the architectural marvels of Bangkok when there were so many angels walking gracefully on the face of the earth.
Once on a train back to Ratchadapisek – where I was staying – from Siam, Bangkok, I found it extremely hard to remove my attention off a person of the fairer gender of immeasurable beauty. It was extreme delight to set my eyes upon her; she has the perception of sweet innocence. Too alluring in the most innocent sense. I had thought such creatures only dwelled the heaven above.
The only reason she didn’t notice that I was having problem controlling my gaze is the fact that she was sleeping most of the time. But while her eyes weren’t shut, smile her offered to commuters wrecked my sanity. When she was awake, I couldn’t look at her direction – I felt so miserable whenever I couldn’t keep her within my view; I had to be inconspicuous or else, it would have been an embarrassing moment for me. Mind you, it was already an embarrassing moment for me but letting her know was the last thing I wanted to do. Damned if I looked at her, damned if I didn’t. Sigh…
I wish I could go back to Bangkok, get on that train over and over again, day and night until I get to meet her again. All I want right now is to see her again one more time, and maybe another.
But what I felt wasn’t as bad as what my friend had gone through. Or at the very least, wasn’t as physical. A friend and me were walking one of the busier streets in the city when a Thai girl caught my friend’s eyes. His eyes were so attracted to the girl that he failed to watch his steps and unfortunately for him, he rammed into a huge Caucasian male. I could only bursted in laughter.
The next day, while at Vajiravudh on game day itself, the annual Vajiravudh College-Malay College rugby match, just like the city, there were countless angels roaming the College ground. I wish I could point my lens to every angel that I saw but that would take too much courage. Courage is one commodity of dire supply available to me, whenever I find myself in front of an angel, much less in front a cohort of them. But whenever the moments weren’t as awkward as it was on the train, I grabbed the opportunity. One of them that God somehow let loose from heaven:
And here’s a cute school girl that was supporting the wrong team. She’s on the left side of your screen, nearest to the camera. And honestly, no dirty thought. Her mom was with her anyway:
And, Miss Thailand 2005. Really. No shit:
An alumnus of Vajiravudh College introduced her to us during tea time. Bless Vajiravudh!
Another shot of her:
I apologize for the quality of the pictures. The environment within the room was too harsh for my good ol’ cam.
Most of the time when she was in the company of Malay College old boys, she looked uncomfortable. Some of the old boys were treating her as if she was an object instead of a person. I was rather offended – quitely and quietly – upon witnessing the lack of decency displayed by us. I shared my opinion with my friends who were sitting at the other end of hall later. After hearing my rambling, a friend of mine told me, she chose that path and nobody could say otherwise. Decency, in any case, is relative.
