April 3: Chaos

From @sengkang:

The ancient queen of HR. "Sign here, here" (and forty three other places). "Sit" she commands and scrummages a thick wad of documents to the counter. Three hours later we depart, stamped up for another year. "This is chaos," I complain. "This is normal, this is Thailand," she snaps back. "You can always leave."

From @directrun:

Judith Chaos Smale triggered the dive board three times launching herself into the shimmering pool of blue as her heart climaxed in a burst of rhythm and solace. Branded as a child with the name and understanding of chaos theory she lived in a world of curiosity unstifled. Her father gave her the greatest gift.

From @nikkihamett1:

What started out as chaos became calm, harmony, order. It had taken a steadfast decision to make it that way for her. Because what is chaos? An inability to see the pattern. Observe the choreography in this fast moving world. Slow it down and look at life like a movie. There is order in everything.

From @ratchaprarop:

While attempting to cross Pracha-songkhro Road, he wondered if there'd ever been a bigger waste of white paint than at a Din Daeng zebra crossing. The busses, cars, tuk-tuks and motorcycles all nonchalantly ignoring the crossing hopefuls. He was amazed and confused by the chaos all around him. Going to 7-11 had never been more fun..

From @shayanbkk:

In a world of chaos, he stood still. Banished and betrayed, 20 years can fuel a grudge yet he continued to stand still, unchanged and impervious to what was about to come - a new level of chaos.To re-open old wounds can be painful, but sometimes, there're other things to make the experience worth it.

From konfuzed:

Rush hour on a Friday. Ugh and now raining too.  His wallet was thick with bills in his pocket, at least he'd been paid. Time to get down the red light district and blow it all on cheap booze and fast women.  He'd found the two girls, four hands massage was the most fun he'd had in his life.  But this traffic was chaos!

From @naamtok:

11 hour flight? took almost 14 – headwinds and delays. Making the connection from Bangkok meant racing across the airport in under 20 minutes. I was confident it wasn’t going to happen, but had to try. Then I got into Arrivals: total chaos. So mine wasn’t the only delayed Flight.  Screw this, I’ll find a bar.

From @bangkokgirlblog:

It was only Monday and her to do list was spiralling out of control. Her brain had too many tabs open to only be functioning on only one cup of coffee.

Her phone was beeping again with emails and texts. 

Life was chaos. But she wouldn’t have it any other way.

From @geoffgthomas:

Throughout university I was struggling to fully understand the second law of thermodynamics. Then, in desperation, my professor told me to relate the theory to the historical cycle politics in Thailand. Each leader inherits a nation in chaos and then slowly restores order. But, hubris and corruption inevitably lead them directly back to chaos.

From @PennyKinned:

Yes, it was turbulent. Moving to another country for a man, being abandoned for another (not even younger) woman, left – quite literally – on the street with no place to call my own… The chaos in my heart only subsided once my bank balance touched 1,00,000 baht. Money really isn’t funny in a poor girl’s world.

April 2: Pride

From @ajarncom:

The condominium's marketing manager was screaming at me. Sweat began to form on his forehead, dampening his three-strand comb-over.

"Get out there and wave that flag for all you're worth" he snarled. "I don't give a fiddler's fuck about your pride and dignity"

From @directrun:

In 1840 Claire rode a horse drawn carriage each day to visit her father’s business. There she worked as a proofreader on publications produced at a lightning fast pace. Her day was a continual swirl of reading and restructuring a fire hose spray of words. Content was hard to retain, her reward of pride remained.

From @nikkihammett1:

I knew Neung feared disorganisation, so when she was called to the stage three contestants early I expected her to refuse to sing. Instead she gathered her courage and walked on. I was watching, full of pride. She began hesitantly. So young. Frightened. Then a confidence took over and there she was; a preteen rockstar.

From @bangkokgirlblog:

He had done it again.

Let himself get carried away with his gang of friends. Listening to them as they were telling him what he wanted to hear at that moment in time; instead of trusting his gut instinct which was usually spot on.

Time to swallow his pride and make his apologies.

From @ratchaprarop:

She has a pride in her appearance that is verging on the obsessive. As she leaves the condo, she looks at herself endlessly in the foyer mirror. Why can't she see, what we can see? A woman, whose skirt is tucked into the top of her underwear, leaving nothing to the imagination..

From @geoffgthomas:

With ‘Discover Thainess’, the Government promote not only the physical attractions of Thailand, but also the uniquely warm and welcoming character of the people. Thais are amazingly proud of their country and enviable reputation for genuine hospitality. However, ‘Thainess’ also dictates that their national pride will always be subordinate to their desire for personal gain.

From konfuzed:

there it was, unmissable in the middle of the wall in the lounge – he’d even moved his pride&joy - the 55” curved flatscreen TV to ensure ultimate positioning… 

dad, its just grass I said, any idiot could have dug it up and sold it… 

Nonsense, he replied, this is the stuff dreams are made of, pride of England… Wimbledon, Centre court.

From @PennyKinned:

“Walk away, just walk away. You will live, and you will go home to your girls. It’s not worth it! What are you trying to prove – and to whom? You won’t even remember this in a week. Go on now, walk away,” said Reason.

“Get that bastard,” snarled Pride.

April 1: Rumour

From @ajarncom:

I heard a rumour that the Thai guy who lived down the street did odd jobs with a paintbrush - and I so desperately needed my living room ceiling done.

I knocked on his door. The painter answered. First impressions are everything. I said “sorry, wrong house”

From @directrun:

Rumor has it that Bangkok is sinking.  Or is it science that is declaring the soft delta mud is gobbling up the guts of the condo glut.

Whatever the source whatever the reason for this phenomenon I’m going to stand firm and enjoy the ride as Sin City slides. It’s the greatest show on earth.

From @Naamtok:

Seven years is long time to wait for a new album, no matter how dedicated the fans. Rumour had it Tool had been recording, but a new album? It seemed too good to be true. Everything they have put out to date was held in majesty and awe. Now is when to surf for tickets.

From konfuzed:

I know a secret I whispered in her ear.

Is it damaging? She asked. There’s no roadmap for recovery...

Why is everything so light and dark with you I asked? It's not a storm in a teacup, its golden!

I think your secret isn't true she said.  It's just a rumour anyway. My tits are real.

From @geoffgthomas:

The date might be significant, April Fools’ Day. But, if the swelling rumour that Banksy really was visiting Bangkok is true, then should I leave the political mural alone and make a fortune selling my garden wall to a collector, or should I paint it over before the authorities come and arrest me for criminal defamation?

From @bangkokgirlblog:

He sat patiently by his computer.

Tickets went on sale in exactly 2 minutes.

2 minutes arrived but nothing. The website wasn’t frozen; just blank.

A twitter plea enquiring if anyone had bought tickets to the NKOTB reunion concert gave confirmation.

He had been conned by the Bangkok rumour mill again. There was no concert.

From @2yrsbangkok:

She knew that it was only a rumor at this point, but she felt the anxiety expanding in her chest, making it difficult to breathe normally.  800 teachers – that’s what the nervous chatter in the lounge had claimed.  Last in, first out.  But for now, at least, she was still employed.

From @nikkihammett1:

‘Call off your dogs,’ she said. The rumour had arrived safe and sound, halfway around the world. They had fallen over themselves to be the first to tell her, jumping online to let her know her husband was unfaithful. They took a strange delight in telling the story, and so it hurt even more.

From @sleepypigrabbit:

He saw the reporter who had misrepresented and crafted the entire article based on nothing but rumours. Since his reputation was already ruined, there was nothing more to lose. He went over and punched the sleazy reporter. "Let this be another rumour too then," he spoke, as though it was a line from a movie.

From @ShayanBKK:

The power of information is a great thing but when rumors whiz pass us on a daily basis, one can't be completely oblivious. We can't avoid it but we can control how it affects our actual perception of the real world. One must take every bit of information with a bit of salt.

From @PennyKinned:

“So, as I understand it, she is safe in her ivory tower? Do what she might, they will still adore and support her?”

“That’s right. You have the power to replace her, but they will hate you for it.”

“There’s only one solution, then. Get the rumour mills going. Make sure nothing comes back to me.”