11.11.11

I must admit it to myself, which means everyone else is included also, that a rather large chunky part of me, comprising of my head, legs and the left side of my chest, was really looked forward to this elusive and auspicious date: 11.11.11.

Some people have coagulated together with the belief that the meaning of triple 11 lies in conjunction with the Mayan Calendar, a prophecy foretelling a healthy combination of doom and the beginning of a new spiritual era. While some believe that this is actually a signal from Angels communicating information to only those who understand the Angel dialect - a cross between morse-code and the wind, if I'm not mistaken. And others swear that it means a strong occurrence in synchronistic happenings.  Although this seems like the more promising possibility, any information as to how these random, meant-to-be events take place apparently cannot be disclosed.

I, on the other hand, have up until this current Bangkok time of 1:42 p.m. experienced absolutely nothing.   

That's not to discredit the smells pervading my taxi ride this morning. A victorious conquest of a wet dog smell presiding over the old man's 1920's wardrobe smell. And who can forget the other character building experiences. The first conscious moment after my coffee, while slumped in my office chair, I had the pleasure to contemplate the reinvention of my blog (again), why my buttocks were hurting more on the right side and wonder several times why the little furry dog, who had visited our office yesterday and left an early Christmas present in my boss's office, wasn't here today. 

And then later, with my hunger level peaking, the wonderful experience of ordering a salad but getting a sandwich to finally end up with a different kind of salad, to which all were changed eventually to my original and only order. 

I would like to stress that I was content with the first wrong order that almost dangled in front of me like carrot leading a donkey, but my face must have had a permanent scowl lacquered onto it because the lovely polite Thai waitress who was just so lovely and god-damn polite couldn't bear to give me anything other than what I ordered.

There might be an opportunity later on to grok something of a higher truth, to absolutely understand something about my purpose in life but as it stands right now, I am the same as yesterday.