Tae: Proud activist

'Tae' Sattawat (เต๊ะ-ศตวรรษ เศรษฐกร), taking part in a rally by the anti-government protest group, People's Alliance for Democracy.

Tae has given a lengthy interview to the Manager newspaper, which is owned by a PAD co-founder.

Tae, who divides his time between acting in Thailand and Taiwan, says he has been a fan of PAD for two years.

Initially, he thought politics was not for him: it all seemed too remote from his everyday life.

Then people started doing bad things to the country, and he realised there was actually something in politics, even for the 'teenage generation'.

Teenage? Surely you are not talking about yourself, Tae. Judging by these pictures of you wearing your protest headband, you have seen better days. Let's hope you brush up better when you go back to Taiwan, where you can't join PAD protests - just read about them longingly on the net.

These days, he is proud to be counted among PAD supporters. 'I don't mind telling you that that at my first rally at Chon Buri the other day, it poured with rain. I did not do military training, and I have not been a soldier...even today, I still feel ill.'

Tae says he is just another member of the public when he joins PAD rallies. As an actor he can help raise Thailand's profile abroad, but believes he can still do more. Nothing is as important as coming out to defend and protect the nation, which soldiers do every day - and which, as a PAD protester, he can do, too.

The Manager says tears welled in Tae's eyes as he talked about his love for King and country. He would be prepared to die for the King, he said, and he can't understand Thais who would show disrepect for the Monarch by refusing to stand when the anthem is played in cinemas.

'I would like to meet them. I don't want to do them harm, I just want to ask: Are you Thai? Were you raised on Thai soil? If so, how can you not love our father?'

Tae asks: 'If someone spoke ill of the King, and I went over and hurt that person, would I be doing wrong?

'I am not some bad guy, but it's like someone has just done harm to our father.'

Many Manager readers praise Tae for his views. No surprise there, as many will be PAD supporters themselves. However, one strikes a different note.

'I saw you in the audience at Academy Fantasia concerts. AF is over now, so maybe you are craving attention. Are you sure you are not turning up at PAD rallies just to get more publicity?'

I doubt it. Tae sounds way too intense for that. Does he get enough attention from his parents? He sounds in need of a father's shoulder to cry on.

The polite farang

I bought a bunch of red roses for the shopkeeper who lent me B50 on the night before pay day, when my money had run out. I shall call her Jay.

I bought them from a shophouse nearby.

I buy roses there every couple of days, to decorate our condo.

A young woman serves me. She spends her days making flower garlands which Thais drape over pictures of Lord Buddha, or anyone else who they hope can bring them good luck.

'The red ones look nice ... please give me a dozen,' I said.

Back at home, I put the roses in water. Later in the afternoon, once I knew Jay's stall would be open, I took them down to the market.

Jay runs a food stall with her husband. Every night they make three orders for me, which they pack in white styrofoam cartons. We pay them twice a month, when my pay comes out.

She looked concerned to see me approach, as if something was wrong. Normally I only see her at night.

'Thank you for your offer to help last night. I have bought some flowers to say thanks,' I said.

Jay, who wears a motherly apron and always looks busy, was shocked.

'Why did you do that? You are a regular customer. It is us who should be grateful,' she said, looking embarrassed.

For a Thai, accepting unexpected gifts can be awkward. It threatens to upset the natural balance of things.

Jay is self-effacing. If I give her something, she doesn't know what to do. I have just put her in a debt of thanks.

Foreigners are more direct. If we want to show our gratitude, we just express it, often by buying small gifts.

I thought I'd better say something, to minimise the significance of the gesture.

'It's okay. Farang like to buy gifts to say thanks. It's a funny custom,' I said.

Jay looked relieved.

'They look beautiful,' she said.

'Tonight, you would like three boxes as usual?' Jay asked, putting our conversation back on a safe, business-like footing.

My friend need not feel too humble to accept gifts from this farang, as we are usually tardy about paying our bill.

Yesterday, I asked boyfriend Maiyuu if he had paid the bill at her shop.

'That's my duty...you don't need to interfere,' he said, annoyed.

Translation: No. I forgot.

I urged him to pay before he went to work.

Quiet moment in Bangkok

Klong Toey market

I was heading down a narrow street into the Klong Toey fresh market when a familiar radio broadcast came on over a loudspeaker.

We were in the centre of Bangkok...but the same thing happens in villages and public places nationwide, twice a day.

The national anthem is broadcast on radio and television at 8am and 6pm. In villages, headmen play the tune over the loudspeaker so everyone can hear it.

My destination was a small outreach medical clinic run by Chulalongkorn Hospital, in the heart of the market in a poor part of town.

Twenty people were walking ahead of me. Any of them could be heading for the clinic. Last time I had to wait 20 minutes for the queue of patients to clear.

Ten seconds later, the advertisements stopped, and the national anthem started. People in front stopped walking. A man on a motorcycle turned off his bike.

It would be an exaggeration to say that life froze, as Bangkok is too hectic. But it did slow, as we paid our respects to King and country.

The Thais around me looked at the farang. I looked at them.

I like the national anthem, but I enjoy the King's anthem much more. In cinemas, it is accompanied by moving pictures of the King's life. The clip plays before the main feature. Whenever I watch it, I get teary.

The boyfriend knows this, and steals a look at me as the song ends. I do not disappoint. My cheeks are wet every time.

Half a minute later, the radio broadcast, as relayed through those scratchy loudspeakers, ends.

Activity on the street speeds up again, as if someone had taken his finger off an old vinyl record. The pace of life picks up.

Another 20m to go. People around me cleave into smaller groups.

Half a dozen appear to be heading for the clinic, but no. At the last moment, they dive off somewhere else.

Two people make it to the clinic's sliding glass doors ahead of me, but the waiting room is almost empty.

Inside the entrance, I talk to two staff behind a small counter, then take a seat. The clinic is so small, I can hear what the doctor is saying to the patient in her room.

Five minutes later, my name is called.

'I have come for more sleeping pills,' I said. 'I do not use them much, and take only half a tablet a day.'

I thought this good news would impress the doctor, who I had not seen before.

At hospitals and clinics in Bangkok, I have rarely seen the same doctor twice.

'Well then, we should keep you on half a tablet,' she said.

I left her office, and took a seat in the waiting room before staff called me to the counter.

They had divided the sleeping pills into halves, which is fine, but cut the number of pills normally prescribed.

I can see now I should have lied, and told her the problem was getting worse.

'How many pills are here?' I asked. The small, clear plastic bag in which they dispense these things looked suspiciously light.

'Ten.'

'And last time, how many did you give me?'

'Fifteen.'

'Why has the doctor given me less?'

'Maybe so you come back more often,' she said honestly.

Stranded with no money in Bangkok

Last night was the night before pay day. I was down to my last B50 baht, after giving boyfriend Maiyuu money at lunch.

I get paid every two weeks. Sometimes it is hard to make the money stretch, especially as I am supporting one other (the boyfriend).

He has worked half a dozen times or more in the last month, but he, too, does not get paid until the end of the month.

Yesterday he asked for money to buy cooking ingredients, and looked disappointed when I handed him just B200.

After work last night, I waited for a bus to take me home. It was due at 11.30pm but by 11.45pm, it had still not arrived.

The last bus of the evening had evidently decided not to turn up. I did not have enough money to get home by taxi, but that was the only way I was to get there.

I walked to a nearby ATM to check my balance. I did not have enough to make a withdrawal.

I called the boyfriend. 'Do you have B50 to pay the taxi if I catch one home?'

'No, it's all gone.'

I called a trader in the market where I live. She makes an order of food for me every night, which I pick up after I return from work.

'Can I borrow B50?' I asked.

This was embarrassing. I didn't even know her name, but desperate situations call for desperate measures.

I was stuck on a dusty motorway in an industrial zone of Bangkok. I was hot, and I wanted to go home.

'Of course,' she said.

On the way home, the boyfriend called to say he had borrowed the taxi fare from kathoey Bic, who lives upstairs.

When I arrived outside the condo, he was standing there waiting. He looked irritated, but forgave me.

'You should try saving money instead of buying drinks for handsome guys at Mum's shop,' he said.

I walked to the trader's stall, which is under a large canvas opposite my condo, and thanked her for her trouble.

'I won't need it any more...we borrowed the money from a friend,' I said.

A mother in her 50s, the trader looked disappointed that she was not able to help. 'I kept looking at the road, wondering when you would get out of the taxi, so I could race over with the money,' she said.

Her husband, who works with her, laughed.

This is not the first time they have come to my aid. Once, in the early hours of the morning before their shop had closed, her husband took me on the back of his motorbike deep into a soi (street) nearby to find an after-hours pharmacy - really, an ordinary shophouse - when I had run out of medicine for a headache.

Today, now that my pay has come out, I shall buy them flowers by way of thanks.

Master negotiator (2, final)

We took the girls back to their spot on the sidewalk.

They asked for B200 for wasting their time. Farang C ignored their request.

'I don't think you really want to do this,' I told farang C. 'Some of the girls are not pretty. Others look too young. You could lose you wallet.'

He agreed, and we abandoned the idea.

Kew was unhappy that he could not help farang C. 'You farang, you just want pup, pup pup!' he shouted. He brought the palms of his hands together in a pumping action, referring to sex, of course.

Farang C did not understand what was going on, which was just as well.

'Kew, please be good,' I said firmly from the front seat.

He fell silent.

I took Kew home. Earlier in the evening, as we drank at Mum's shop in Thon Buri, Kew told me that he had been diagnosed with a lung disease.

He had been to the doctor, who tested his blood. He was going back for a fuller diagnosis this week.

Kew, who is 24, has smoked since he was 15, and smoked again as we sat at Mum's shop.

'Will you miss me if I am no longer here?' he asked.

I stroked the back of his head. 'Of course.'

Kew wanted me to call the next day, so he could take me to his place of work. He now works for a firm close to my home, where he interviews workers for factory jobs.

Previously, he worked as a security guard, and before that as a bar boy in Pattaya.

He also wanted me to accompany him to hospital later in the week, to see his doctor.

When I called the next day, he did not answer. When I called the next day, his cellphone had been disconnected. Maybe he forgot to pay his bill.

I don't know what to think about Kew any more.

'If you wanted him to be your boyfriend, he would probably let you,' farang C told me later. 'He does the little-boy-lost act very well.'

It is interesting to get a foreign friend's perspective on Thai friends I have known for years. Thais who meet Kew are unimpressed. They think he looks rough and unscrupulous.

Where money is concerned, he does have a ruthless streak. However, where friends are concerned, he also has a soft side.

He calls me every few weeks, and often it is not about money. 'Don't worry, my doctor's visits are covered by health insurance,' he told me at Mum's shop.

Maybe he just wanted a free night out. I paid for his drinks and food, as I normally do.

If I ran out of money, and pulled the plug, would he still keep calling?