Incoherent Weekend

Ay, another requisite weekend report from moi. Ngarag ang weekend na itez... rampa, rampa all over the place na naman ang bayot. I swear, this weekend does not have a coherent theme, so basically it's pagkakalat as usual.

Biyernes... I dropped by the Filipino Store in Silom to chat with the lovely Pinays who keep the store brimming with stuff from Las Islas Filipinas. It appears that them Pinays visit this blog once in a while so let me take this chance to say HALER to them. Ipagpatuloy ang pagpapayat mga tita!!!

As the official spokesperson of Sari-sari Store (charing!!!), I invite all Pinoys and Pinoy-lovers to visit them at the third floor of J-Plaza (with a BTS access to boot) for some goodies that would remind us of the good old third world.

Later in the evening, I met Bubbles, Liwayway, and Nida Blanca in Souvlaki in Silom Soi 4 for some beer and lots and lots of processing. A new club/bar opened in Soi 4 in a building whose wall collapsed just a few months ago (the building was empty then and the incident happened in the morning). The three primera maricones of Las Islas Filipinas dropped by to check it. Goodness, I don't even want to start talking about how lackluster the place is and we did not bother to stay longer after the awful drag show. Oh dear, I hope I'm wrong, but the place is soooo going to close soon enough.

In fact I noticed that quite a number of bars in Soi 4 have closed over the months. Have the gays stopped spending? Ay caramba! Dahling, gays simply don't scrimp on hedonism. If indeed gay men are tightening their belt, this economic crisis is apparently worse than it sounds ha.

Sabado... I dragged my ass to Sukhumvit where I ended up in Dasa Book Cafe, a second-hand bookstore. I did spend a fortune on about six books. I honestly don't have the right to be buying books as of yet coz I still have dozens of unread ones. But self-restraint is not really one of my virtues, and we all know that.

I had lunch at Emporium while waiting for Shanghai Tang and his girl friend. Because they were late, I checked out the latest exhibit of the Thailand Creative and Design Centre called Perishable Beauty, which explores decay, death, preservation, anti-aging, seasons, and conservation, among others. The theme is impermanence and how people face deterioration.

One section of the show reminded of me Miss Havisham's wedding table. A feast is enclosed in a glass box and it is allowed to rot. You simpy see the whole thing eaten by molds. Another installation looks into the beauty industry's exploitation of man's fear of aging.

Finally I met Shanghai Tang and friend and we took a cab to the Bangkok Sculpture Centre, which lies in one of the city's suburbs, about 30 minutes on the highway.

J'adore the architecture of the center, which is a cavernous display space of pieces by some of Thailand's most prominent sculptors from various periods.

The pictures below are some of my favorite pieces.

Later in the evening, I headed to Miss E's Christmas party at her house by the river.

Gawd, I don't want to be reminded that it's already the holidays. I'm sorry dahlings, it has never been my favorite of seasons. I find it a tad too merry for my taste, I could not help it. Hay, I'm just thankful that I'm not in Las Islas Filipinas during the holidays. I strongly abhor all the mindless commercialism and the sheer chaos the way Pinoys celebrate Christmas.

But then, even in Bhuddist Thailand, one cannot really avoid it coz the malls play Christmas songs on loop and gaudy decors are all the rage.

Please let this holiday be over soon so that we can go on living our lives sans the sappiness and the garish decors.