"My heart is broken... there's nothing to break" - Robbie Williams

The wheels made contact with the tarmac as the sizzling sun hangs majestically under the Bangkok sky. As I took a deep breath, a stench most foul, reeked across the cabin and greeted me in all its grandeur. In no time at all, someone barfed. It was only a 2 hour flight. Geez…

I was absolutely astounded by this city. Cited for all its cheap stuff and prostitutes, it begged to differ as it was much more than that. The traffic was un-orderly, vehicles just whiz by each other in-between lanes and pedestrians. Erected amongst the boulevard of traffic were advertisement boards. Not just one or two, hundreds of them.

"My heart is broken... there's nothing to break" - Robbie Williams

After a long day’s visit to my client’s factory, I took it upon myself to unwind a little… A drink or two won’t hurt. I decided to make my way to the nearest pub on the last night of my escapade in Thailand.

CM2 is located at the basement of Novotel in Siam Square. It was 9pm (Singapore time) and the place was deserted. Apart from a couple of Red necks playing pool at a table on the far end, the place was only jam-packed with the music blaring from the speakers. I ordered my usual, took a seat in the corner of the room and waited for the venue to populate. So that I could begin my usual clubbing activity – People watch.

Colonization commenced at about 10-ish. And I realized one very significant statistic, men were outnumbered. I was overawed as I panned my vision across the dance floor only to my amazement that there were gorgeous women all around. They were not sprinkled across the club, they were packed into it.

What the heck, I established eye contact with a “miss universe contestant” lookalike. And soon enough, we were talking.

“Where’re u from?” I casually asked
“Columbia” said she
“What’re u doin’ here? Shopping?”
“For work”
“What do you do for a living?”
“I have sex in exchange for money”

My mind just went dead. What on earth is such a beautiful specimen of a woman selling herself here? She offered her services to me and I tried to change the topic. My inquisitive mind, however, succumbed.

From my enqueries, I realized that all the women there were “working”. Latino Americans, Russians and locals alike. With my mouth still agape, I thanked her for her time and left the table.

I stood at another area recollecting my thoughts and tried to straighten my thoughts up. The liquor was cheap so I was able to afford more than usual. Then, I saw her. It will forever be etched in my mind. The local looked so much like her, my ex. They were like carbon copies.

How would one’s life get any worse? Traveling across two borders and into another time zone, I still managed to bump into someone resembling her.
Was I suffering the after effects from the alcohol?
Was it a reality or just another pathetic hallucination from my overactive mind?

Go figure