for a weekend

I've been trying to find out a way to post my stories here -- in pdf files so at least you guys have an idea what i've been covering in this part of the world. The newspaper doesn't have a website yet, and you won't be able to find it in the IHT website. But never really have time to look around on the web, reporting and writing consume all my time, and for the little time left, I spend on partying and sleeping. Life is suddenly so superficial, but well, that's life.

The whole newsroom was watching news about London attacks yesterday as we wrote our own news -- terror in the southern Thailand and new plants opening in other parts of the country, and people say, it might happen here too. Who knows, the people in the south is really pissed off and they might bring they anger to Bangkok one of these days.

I had a little jolt in my stomach during my interview with the defiant tycoon the other day, knowing that our conversation might have been tapped and this government might have put an eye on me now, but believe me, it's damn exciting at the same time. Someone said it's time of living dangerously, here.

And time of living romantically, again? There are too many parties and phonies in this city, and you can't avoid them, because wherever you are, you have to be a part of the society somehow. But phoniness are so rampant you probably lose faith in people someday. When you meet something real, you don't dare to believe it's real.

And you can hurt someone badly, just because you refuse to believe in their love and passion. There are innocent souls out there.

Remember to remind me, from time to time...