Mum: We are going to Haadyai tomorrow.
Bee: You guys are mad. I can’t let you go when it is still not safe.
Mum: We are going for a purpose, for prayers.
Bee: Cibai.
Mum: We will be back.
Ya, I know you will be back but I want you guys back safe.
After what occurred in year 2006 17th of September, I really do not want to go back to there. Last year in Haadyai was a devastating bomb-astic experienced for me and ( my family i think). Committing to my memory now, it was after dinner when we decided to go our own ways to get our needs. Grandpa needed his sleep, my parents and aunty wanted to shop, my godparents and my Cina pukit girl-soulmate, Lilian wanted to walk around and I salivating for a beer Chang.
As a regular in Haadyai, nothing fascinates me but Lilian being a virgin in this part of Thailand, we have to show her the Haadyai parade. I wanted to have the beer so bad that I led them towards the main street where the pub is located; and prostitutes reign the area, the ugly Mat sallehs are part of if and the other half we have people like me pretending to stroll by just to get to nowhere.
The pub was just around the corner when my godparents insisted to turn to this dodgy, corrupted lorong where I bumped into another Penangite making his way to Pink Lady where of course a nightclub where you can’t tell if the Thai goddess is a transvestite or on his way to become one. I told my guy friend this is when sperm-guard comes in handy.
Then the magic happened right after we exchanged goodbyes– first, we heard an earsplitting explosion from the main street. Second, people were running in to our lane. Before I could say third, the second explosion was heard and reporters and polices were everywhere. We didn’t want to miss this so we rushed to the main street where people from the opposite direction were running towards us and witnessed this – the pub I wanted to patronize was bombed. We stood there and across us the third bomb exploded ignoring the impact of the air pollution. Basically there were six home made mobile activating bombs planted around the district which believed was the work of Muslims from outer side of Haadyai. The bombs were launched simultaneously – obviously creating chaos leaving the locals and foreigners disarrayed.
Me agape.
Godparents started to talk in Thai to people around us - absorbing everything they heard. Lilian: B, I think I really miss him. If I am still alive I vow to treat him right when I get back. No wait I think I love him. I want to be with him now.
B: You might die now because I will kill you.
And as expected I need to look for my parents which the journey back to the hotel was nerve-racking as the neighbourhood smelt of smoke, Lilian was cinaly mental, I didn’t get my beer, a prostitute with a gun was running towards us which I so much wanted her to shoot herself. However the bomb blasting night ended how everyone wanted it to be – at the hotel lobby, my family was waiting for us and Lilian broke up with her boyfriend the week after that.
Slightly traumatized, going back there would be like asking me to eat pork. But of course my mum has my dad’s balls which I don’t. All due to respect, yo if I were a fly, I would land on her shit.
Coincidently while waiting and blogging, my team decided to go to Haadyai and one of them messaged me earlier to ask if I am on the go. Maybe one of you can change my mind.
Pictures I took the next day outside the pub that was bombed.
* My internet connection failed last Friday, just managed to post it now.
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