The World According to Ploy

December 4, 2009

My date with me: a list of things to do on my first day off.

Filed under: Sheer Insanity — by Ploy @ 2:37 am

By Ploy Songkaeo, a girl who really needs a day off.

Wake up, reasonably late, but not too late as to waste half a day.

Wash my face, throw my hair up, put on enough makeup not to look dead, but not too much. This is, after all, my day off.

Put clothes on, too, of course. Bangkok may be many things – but not a nudist colony.

And flip flops, definitely flips flops. Nothing signals a day off better than flip flops.

Go to Central Ladprao and grab brunch at Ootoya; I want the ‘Charcoal grilled hamburger with demiglace sauce’ right about NOW.

By some DVDs, real, of course, if only because I am too lazy to find out if the fake DVD stores accept credit cards.

(Read: I never have cash. Ever. Yes, it is mildly inconvenient, but as long as Starbucks continues accepts credit cards for even the their 35 baht/$1 butterfly pastry, then I will never go hungry.)

Which has inspired me: after the DVDs, I should race to Starbucks right after to pick up a Grande Toffee Nut Frappucino and perhaps a cinnamon roll.

Then head down to the supermarket to stock up on popcorn and microwaveable food.

Also, some tomato puree and ground pork/chicken (‘Chinese’ beliefs held by my mother doesn’t allow beef into the casa). Seriously, at some point I should begin to use to stove to actually make my own food.

A list in a list: things to buy at the supermarket, aside from the aforementioned things:

Orange juice,


Chocolate, preferably those ‘Merci’ Christmas edition ones,

Japanese Pocky, tons of them,

Actually, Japanese snacks in general will do just fine,

That’s…about it.

Oh, and bottled Starbucks lattes too, if they have it. (My fingers and toes are crossed.)

End of list.

Then, after stocking up, I’ll head home and hole up in the house for the next three days

Nothing, come hell or high water, will induce me to go out.


I need to stay home. I haven’t had a day when I stayed home in almost a month.

Hibernation, that is what I need.

Ah, I ramble.

Now I must go back to work.

And yes, it is 3 am in the morning.

And also, yes, again, I just said I had to go back to work.

Don’t we all agree now I need a day off?


August 14, 2009

Preferred Alternate Endings to Twilight

1) It ends at the Preface. That is, it ends with the sentence “The hunter smiled in a friendly way as he sauntered forward to kill me.” She dies!

2) It doesn’t even begin. Now that would solve a myriad of problems (mostly chronological and oftentimes grammatical), and save me from nights of headaches.

3) Edward agrees to bite Bella’s neck with the canines-that-must-not-be-named. But then he gets too drunk with her blood and accidentally overdrinks, and she dies.

4) The entire Clan Cullen dies, from Vampire Flu. Bella runs off in the sunset – or, if you prefer, moonrise – with Jacob Black. The last paragraph could be her (or rather, Stephanie Meyer) waxing poetic about how soft his chest hair- or fur, whatever – is.

5) Jacob is hungry and eats her. Because her blood is so delicious.

6) It turns out that Bella’s father is actually also a vampire. This would cause loads more family drama!

7) It turns out that Edward is NOT a vampire, but actually some other type of supernatural being with fan—- ahem, sharp teeth and a glittering chest who is masquerading as a vampire because he knows that girls find vampire sexy.


Ok, I have to stop. The more I think about Twilight, the more nauseous I become (this could perhaps have to do with my recent tea biscuits binge, but I’d rather blame Twilight.)

Do you have any alternate endings you want to add? I’m sure they’ll be better than the one currently in print.

August 11, 2009

According to my ‘bible’, you don’t exist.

Filed under: Sheer Insanity — by Ploy @ 11:35 pm

To clarify, my bible is The Hitchhiker’s Guide Trilogy* – which would make Douglas Adams my god, but I have a feeling he wouldn’t want to be anyone’s god. He’d just want to be himself – ok, we went off on a tangent there – anyhoo – my ‘bible’ says that you are but a figment of my imagination.

“It is know that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the Universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the products of a deranged imagination.”

Try arguing with that.




*There are five books in this trilogy. I suggest you read them all. If I had to pinpoint a book, an event, and/or a person who changed my life, it would be The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy/the time I stumbled upon it by accident in the library/Douglas Adams.

August 1, 2009

There is a difference between…

Filed under: Sheer Insanity — by Ploy @ 10:37 pm

1. Having a unique sense of style, and having absolutely no sense of style whatsoever.
2. Having mussed-up heair and having messed-up hair.
3. Leggings and pants.
4. Being cautious and being paranoid.
5. Being sexy, being trashy, and being generally confused.
6. Friends, and people you’d die for.
7. Being a smart person, and being a Smart Person.
8. Diet and starvation.
9. Vampires, and Clan Cullen.
10. Love and obsession.
11. Starbucks and say, True Coffee.
12. Listening, and simply just waiting for your turn to speak.
13. Being strong, being stubborn, and being, well, a bitch.
14. Knowing what money is worth, and knowing what’s worth the money.
15. Having faith, and being utterly dependent.
16. Fuji and Japanese food.
17. Being cute, and making an idiot out of yourself.
18. Putting in 100%, and putting in whatever it takes to get the job done perfectly.
19. Putting on make up, and caking on make up.
20. Being rich, and being respectable.
21. Having a job, and having a purpose.
22.  Being happy with who you are, and being self-delusional

July 27, 2009

Places I Would Rather Be, Edition July 27th, 2009

Filed under: Sheer Insanity — by Ploy @ 12:35 am

New York City.
With Primly.
New York City with Primly with a chocolate cake for her 20th birthday (happy bday by the way, Primly)
On the sofa with my copy of Pyramids.
Somewhere I could find my copy of Pyramids.
Anywhere with my copy of pyramids and also a good cup of caramel macchiato
(Dang, but that sounds eerily like Starbucks.)
Starbucks@Emporium Office Towers, because it is much more quiet than the Starbucks@Paragon, 1st floor
Emporium, in general, because there is no need to dress up to go to Emporium
Anywhere that doesn’t require dressing up, but would still require being dressed.
That is, not a nudist colony.
Speaking of which, I want to go to the beach, but as it has been raining for the past few days…
Out of the country.
Scotland…definitely Scotland.
But oh, wait, I just complained about rain.
(Does it rain up in the Highlands? I mean, technically it would be very, very cold. Don’t ask me about weather, seriously. I live in a country where the weather forecast is as reliable as fortune telling. The latter usually more so.)
Maybe, perhaps, Japan.
Hokkaido this time. I’ve never been to Hokkaido.
Or maybe Austria, because all that talk with Book, Gate, Thian a few days ago made me miss the EBA Trip.
EBA. During junior year, because Spanish class was fun and random.
(Great, now I crave time traveling, as if trying to get a plane ticket wasn’t expensive enough.)
At KAT-TUN’s concert. Which I also believe has passed.
Not sleeping at KAT-TUN’s concert.
In bed.
Well, I guess this concludes my daily rant (or nightly, if you must) (but then again, it is in the AM right now)…GOOD NIGHT.

July 24, 2009

Ploy in Zombie Mode

Filed under: Angst,Sheer Insanity — by Ploy @ 12:26 pm

It’s a very difficult thing to get me depressed for over 24 hours. It really is. Any type of negative emotions – sadness, anger, depression, etc. – don’t usually last overnight. I know I appear uber-active, ridiculously random, and unstoppably insane all the time, but in reality, that’s most of the time. I have my down-time, too, you know.

But those downtimes don’t last. The longest one in recent memory no more than 24 hours. That was when I got my F. I cried – no, wailed – in Starbucks, then had to stop crying because, well, I had to take the BTS home and it wouldn’t do well to appear crazy. I remember listening to “Keep the faith” by KAT-TUN all the way home. No,it wasn’t because of Jin (honestly!). It was actually because the chorus contained the line “You dream, you fall, you get back up.” I listened to it the entire night. I woke up with swollen eyes but I didn’t cry anymore. I just felt depressed. And it got better, somehow. It always gets better. It’s not like I shrug it off, because an undeserved F is not something one shrugs off like an moth-eaten sweater, but because…well, because I just simply get over things.

On the other hand, if a certain event happens to people around me, and I am partially responsible for it, then wow, I can get depressed for a while. I’m not afraid when bad things happen to me because, despite the fact that I’m as small as your average garden gnome, I do believe I have quite a reservoir of inner strength – and also a karate blackbelt to defend myself (i.e. kick anyone who truly, honestly pisses me off.) But when bad things happen to people I love, I freak out, because 1) I’m not sure if it’s going to make them sad and 2) making the people I love sad makes me sad…Ergo, as long as someone around me is sad, I feel sad. My internal hyper battery is immediately drained and I go into standby/zombie mode.

Dava once said I have the messiah complex. In a way, I probably do. Recently, something happened that’s made a few people around me shocked and sad. Perhaps some of it is my fault, perhaps it is not. I don’t know, I truly don’t. Maybe it’s the messiah complex in me making me blame myself. Maybe it is partly my fault. What I know, however, is that these people tried their best and what happened to them is not what they deserved. I might be lenient and cheerful to the point of being ridiculous…but I am also kind. I think that’s better than being foul-mouthed, mean, and cruel.

Bah humbug. Now I’m going to go make another cup of coffee, then crawl under the covers, and stare mindlessly at the TV.

June 26, 2009


Filed under: Sheer Insanity,Uncategorized — by Ploy @ 1:05 am

I don’t affiliate myself with any specific religion. I respect them all, and I believe that essentially, every religion wants us to be ‘good.’ What differs is the definition of good and how things are interpreted.

But while I respect every one of them, I don’t believe in any one of them.

The only thing I truly believe in is energy. I think people give off energy. Have you ever noticed how if you stay around someone who’s pissed off, then you feel bad and awkward? But then there are some people whose presence just makes you smile? To me, this is a result of the energy those people exude. When you are sad, you give off negative energy. When you are happy, your energy is positive. It’s like the whole idea of aura. And I believe that there are auras. Ok, so those aura photos I don’t really care about, but I believe energy levels like that exist.

That’s why I live my life like, well, this. I don’t go read horoscopes or go to psychics because I believe that if I can control my energy flow, I can control the good and bads of my life. If I’m happy, then no one can make me sad. And even if someone does make me sad, well, it’s still in my own power to make myself happy again, right?

To a certain extent, I do believe in psychics. Maybe there are some people out there who feel other people’s energies and are able to follow that energy into a hazy interpretation of the future. (Holy, but I sound so New Age!) However, since energy is always changing, that predicted future can always change. As in, the prediction is based on the current situation and the current you. But if you chance, then the prediction doesn’t hold anymore.

So I don’t like to know about the future, because frankly, I really, really don’t care what’s going to happen a week or a month or a year from now. Tomorrow, maybe. But a week is too far ahead to plan. Some people may say it’s better to be cautious, but for me, I thing “Bring it on!”

I believe bad things never happen to good people. Look, even if something bad happens, it only serves to make you stronger, so essentially, it’s a good thing, ne c’est pas?

I believe in God, but my God is not the Christian God, the Muslim Allah, or the Jewish Jehova. For me, God is a character that combines luck, hope, strength, and more. I don’t ask my God for anything, I don’t rely of my God for anything…but just the fact that God is there makes me feel safe, secure, and strong.

Strength and energy, that’s what I believe in. It’s a way of thinking that has kept me happy for almost a decade, and I know it’ll keep me happy for the rest of my life.

June 10, 2009

Finding a Life.

Filed under: Sheer Insanity — by Ploy @ 12:21 am

Do you have an identity?

A few days ago, I was thinking, what defines me? Where are the places I like to go? What are the things I like to eat? Where have I been? What are my favorite books? Who’s my favorite painter? Where do I want to go? Where do I want to get married? What is my favorite song? If I have a child, what would I name him or her? What would I do with a million dollars? What is my favorite phrase? What is the most frequent emotion that I feel?

You know, it’s really those random questions that reveals a lot about people. You hang out with me long enough, and I’ll start asking you random questions out of nowhere, like “What do you look for first in a face?” to “Who do you like better, Tom or Jerry?”

For a girl, even her choice of a favorite Disney Princess can reveal a lot. Each Princess does have a different personality, and even though all the stories end happily, their journeys are different. A girl who doesn’t like any of the Princesses also has a personality, too.

Think of the 10 events that have influenced you, that you want to do, or just ten random words, things you want to be remembered for. I don’t know. Your call. It’s just…for me, when you know who you are, you really just stop getting emotional, you don’t cry anymore because you realize crying doesn’t solve anything. You don’t blame other people. You become more mature. You don’t whine. You don’t complain. You never berate yourself because you know what you’re worth. You don’t have issues because you’ll already have solved them all, or rest assured in the fact that you can and will solve them.

You can actually think from other people’s points of views. And even though you are unable to forgive people for their actions, at least you will understand them, to a certain degree. You’ll learn the balance between idealism and realism. You’ll learn to think from many sides, even from the side you’ll never be a part of. You will be able to think for yourself, stand on your own feet. You will be strong, because you believe in yourself. You will know who you are.

When you know you who are, who you really are, you’ll finally have a Life.


PS. This wasn’t inspired by any specific event or person – I just got bored reading about the Leontif Matrix  – though in the past, there were times I’d wanted to write a note like this, and I’m sure in the future this note will apply to certain events or people. I don’t know about the present, this entire math thing is making me dizzy.

June 7, 2009

An Open Letter to Matrices

Filed under: Angst,Sheer Insanity — by Ploy @ 12:08 am

Dear Matrices,

I’d thought we’d agree to part ways amicably during my senior year, OF HIGH SCHOOL. Oh dear, I apologize for using caps. I’d meant to refrain from using them, because this letter will seem so much more civil without bursts of emotions like that. I am sorry. Though I’m sure you got use to such bursts of temper during our tumultous semester-long relationship.

I must admit that I was first drawn to you because of your name, in singular form: Matrix. It reminded me of, well, the film of said name. But then when I got to know you better, I realized you were in no way, shape, or form, similar to my Keanu Reeves daydream. Plus, you usually go by your plural form. Matrices. It’s cute when you say it, but I must say it did disillusion me.

I haven’t seen you for 4 years. I heard of you, of course, but never ran into you. I must admit that I did all in my power to avoid you. It’s not that I loathe your existence, I’m sure you come in handy for some people, but you and me, baby, it was just confusing memories.

So I must say, I am not quite happy with your reappearance right now. I look at you and I get confused. I frankly don’t know what to do with you. And, like the last time around, this time, you don’t seem to be helping me to understand you better either. You’re you, as always. You’re just…there. You just want me to understand you, but why don’t you do something?! This is why our relationship failed!

But we’ll muddle our way through this, right? I hope this is the last time I see you. I must try to understand you, not for ‘our relationship’, because there won’t be any, but for the sake of at least half a dozen kids who depend on this brief liaison to work.

So, until we part ways again, I’ll remain a very resigned and rather frustrated…


May 29, 2009

Speak clearly, please.

Filed under: Angst,Sheer Insanity — by Ploy @ 11:40 pm

I can speak two languages fluently: Thai and English. Thai was the first language I learned and is the main language I use when, well, I’m in Thailand. I use it at home with my housekeeper. With my parents, I alternate between Thai and English, though when I’m yelling and/or ranting and/or trying to explain that I had nothing to do with the five thousand baht missing in the bank account, I tend to speak in English just because I can’t be bothered to translate anything into Thai.

Even though I’m much more comfortable speaking English, I think I speak Thai pretty well. I know all the words and I enunciate clearly. I hate it when some people speak Thai with an accent…….WHY? Why can you not speak clearly? Is there something in your mouth? Has someone knocked all your teeth out? Is your tongue swollen?

The only, ONLY acceptable reason to not speak a language well is because you don’t have native fluency in it. But when all these Thai MCs come on TV and start speaking accented Thai, I always change the channel. Or if I’m feeling mildly masochistic that day, I watched the entire segment and then sigh to myself. Why butcher a language? Speaking with an accent INTENTIONALLY, with the, well, intent to look cool, is not something to be proud of.

If you’re going to speak in a certain language, speak clearly. Even after years of learning Japanese, I still have an accent…and that EMBARRASSES me. It’s the same reason that, while I’d stay home and self-study French, I’d never enroll myself in a class: because I’ll never be able to master that accent. Look, I see Thai people who don’t dare speak English because they have an Dear God, shouldn’t the logic apply in the reverse situation, that if you don’t speak Thai clearly, then please, don’t dare to say it? Much worse, most of the people with the accent are the ones born and bred in Thailand.

There was this girl on UBC right now (Ms. Inspiration, really) who was advertising some furniture fair. She spoke Thai with an accent, so I though, “Hmm…maybe she’s one of those rich girls who went to school in England or something.” …but then she spoke English, and her accent was somewhere from the South of Bangkok and it grated my ears and I actually growled.

Speaking Thai with an accent, especially when you’re Thai, doesn’t make you look cool. It makes you look, simply idiotic. (Notice how I bold, italicized, AND underlined that.) I’m not one to be a nationalist, but clearly, if it says on your passport that you are Thai, could you please at least ATTEMPT? Or if you speak Thai with an accent, then please, GO FIND SOME OTHER LANGUAGE TO SPEAK FLUENTLY. If you can’t speak clearly in any language at all, then you are a very, very sad person and should go find a hole to, well, hole up in forever.

If someone can send this to those Thai TV channels that hire those dumb MCs, I’ll forever be in your debt. I might even write an entry devoted to you. It will sing you praises, you have my word.

PS. Speaking with an accent, in and of itself, is not wrong. There’s nothing wrong with speaking a language not your own with a trace of an accent, it might even be cute (the Scots!) But when you TRY to speak in an accent, with the ultimate goal of looking cool, therein lies the problem.

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