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my new office. 21st floor, UBC II bldg.

people seem nice. such a mixed bag of different nationalities.
like the team i'm currently working with is a british guy who has a thai wife.
been in bkk for 10 years and 3 in hongkong before that.

then the art director whom i thought was thai, turns out to be malaysian.
he just picked up the language (galeng!) because he's been here 5 years.
and prior to this he was studying in hawaii (huh? didn't know they had universities there. doesn't everyone just hula?)

i sit beside a european freelance planner (haven't asked from what country yet).
and already, i'm counting more british dudes than i've ever been around.
i heard a bit of Pinoy a while ago. So that means there's at least two more Filipinos here.

it's very strange really. and i feel very wide-eyed and clumsy.
there, that's it. the past days (it's just been 2 anyway) i've been feeling ungainly and clumsy.
from that first night of arrival, pushing my huge luggage out the bus and lugging it around.
or even little things like dropping my mints or spilling the chili.
in my apartment, it almost feels like i'm a stranger inhabiting someone else's life.
the bath robe is too big. the bed. the window.
i feel like an elephant. lumbering. too slow.
except, unlike elephants, i'm not in my own country.
(and well, unfortunately, i don't bellow.)