My Girl

Why be single? True Love is having

someone to kiss,

someone to take care of you...

...someone to have kids with

...that's true love.

MY GIRL:

Hey! It's 7 o'clock already!

How are you gonna get there

in time to help for?

If you get there before me,

ask for what I have to do to help.

The reception's at the hotel

in the evening.

The Chinese ceremony's in the morning.

Yeah, everything's set.

What? Do I have to do that too?

We all figured he was gay. Who'd

have thought he would be the first to marry?

- So this is the groom?

- Yeah.

When's it your turn to tie the knot?

Still looking.

But she'll have to be as pretty as you.

You can do better than me!

Just a moment, please.

Hello?

I'm at the tailor's!

Well I gotta look good at your wedding.

Who knows?

I might meet my future wife there.

Where are you?

I'm on my way.

I'm getting on the expressway.

I'll be there shortly.

What do you mean you're not free

for the wedding?

You don't work weekends.

Win has come all the way up

from Surat Thani for it.

Whatever. It's up to you.

No, I won't. You tell him yourself!

Can I call you back?

My hand's not free, I'm pissing.

Oh. It's you, Mom.

I can't come home this weekend.

I gotta go to Nakhon Sawan.

Why? What's up?

Huh? Noi Nah?

Yes, I remember her.

Tomorrow?

I can't make it, Mom.

I'm going to another wedding.

Are you going?

You have to.

Well then give my best to Noi Nah.

I've never really forgotten what happened.

I've tucked it away somewhere

in my memory.

If I'm not reminded,

I don't think about it.

But all it takes is a song from that era...

...and the memories come flooding back.

Knock knock knock! Open the door!

See who's knocking at your door!

Open the door to your heart.

Jeab! Wake up! Wake up!

Time to get up.

Get up and get dressed. Let's go play.

All the others are waiting.

Her name was Noi Nah.

We'd been friends since birth.

Jeab! Sit next to Noi Nah.

We were born around the same time.

She was born in the Year of the Tiger.

The Year of the Rabbit.

We lived in an area known

as Chinese temple.

Most of the kids in the area were girls.

Not like around the market...

Noi Nah was the only girl my age.

But she was bigger than me.

Would you care to have dinner with me?

I had to do everything she ordered.

Otherwise I'd have nobody to play with.

Let me freshen up first.

I'll wait here.

No peeking!

Who'd want to peek at you?

She was good at everything. Like

elastics. Nobody could beat her.

She was known as the Queen

of the Elastics.

My father had a barber's shop.

He'd been a barber for 10 years.

At least half the men around

the market,

young and old,

had their hair cut by my father.

Noi Nah's father was a barber, too.

I'm hungry. Anything to eat?

You're always hungry after play.

Come on.

Noi Nah's father used to be an artist.

The other half of the market

have their hair cut by him.

Next.

My dad had his own cutting style.

He used a comb and shears.

Noi Nah's dad took

a more artistic approach.

He needed time to contemplate.

He used a comb and scissors.

Finished.

Wait!

Now you're done.

Next.

Even though they had different

cutting styles...

One Coke, please.

Next.

...I couldn't tell the difference.

One Pepsi, please.

The funny thing was,

the shops were only two doors apart.

They weren't friends.

They were always fighting over

who was the better barber.

Hey Charn, give me a haircut.

It's grown so quickly.

Didn't you get your hair cut over

there last time?

I don't like working

in the shadow of someone else.

My father would get upset if his

customers went over to Noi Nah's father.

Noi Nah's father was the same.

The usual

thanks.

A bit less off the back.

Sorry. I'm not in the mood today.

My mother couldn't understand the fuss.

She said they were cutting hair,

not throats.

Hair would always grow back, and people

would need it cut again. Why argue?

Gone to get a haircut. Back at 4.

Rickshaw!

Take me into town.

Our fathers may not have been talking,

but our mothers were very close.

What's up? You look tired.

It's my husband.

I didn't sleep a wink last night.

Still trying for a second child?

Nothing like that!

He kept me up all night.

Everyone said my mother

was kind-hearted...

Jeab! The water's for showering,

not for playing!

...so why was she such a nag?

She was always complaining.

About everything.

Where are you off to?

I'm going to play with Noi Nah.

The park's just there. Why don't

you walk. And don't cross the road!

There are lots of cars.

Just last week Daeng's nephew

was hit by a car.

Are you listening?

If you get into an accident...

I'll belt the living

daylights out of you!

You're just like your father...

never wrong.

You never listen to me.

I'd never crossed the road to

the market before.

But the more my mother forbade me,

the more I wanted to go.

Oh no! There's been an accident!

A kid's been hit!

After that incident,

I was too afraid to go.

Juk's got a new toy.

Tomorrow we can play

with it after school.

Juk's bought it already?

Yeah. We'll see it tomorrow.

Mom! Open the door!

See you.

Bye bye.

Every time I came home late,

my mother was waiting

with a cane in hand.

You're late!

Take that! Take that!

I used to wonder why she'd hit me

for such a small thing.

Jeab!

Jeab! Wake up!

The bus is here!

Jeab!

I'm going.

You still not up, Jeab?

What time did you plan on getting up?

Quick Dad, we'll never make it!

Hey! Do you only pay half the fare?

Is that why you get on half way?

It was a 10 km bus ride to

the local government school.

Most kids lived closer than that.

As a result,

I didn't have many friends.

Hey! Let's play Rubber Bands today.

I got heaps of 'em!

Who wants to play with me?

We'll meet at the usual place.

Yesterday I beat this Grade 6 kid!

Jack lived at the market.

I won all his rubber bands off him!

When I was in Grade 2,

Jack was in Grade 4.

When I was in Grade 3,

Jack was still in Grade 4.

Now we're in the same class.

He never stopped eating.

He was the biggest,

so he was the leader of the gang.

You're the best, Jack!

That's Prik. He was in my year,

and Jack's best friend.

Prik wanted to be a singer.

He knew the words to every song

Jack! I'd say you're ready to

play the high school kids.

This is Manote.

He was in Grade 3.

He was good at schoolwork,

good at sport...

but no good at expressing himself.

That's Dtee. He'd been

cute ever since he was a baby.

His dad owned the ice works.

He had to help him every day.

Get a move on!

And this little guy is Boy.

Hey fatso! Give it back!

His mother owned the market.

Good morning, ma'am.

Hello. What are you buying today?

Good morning, ma'am.

Hello. Good morning.

Boy always had some new toy to show us.

Let me play too!

Back off!

But it's mine! If you don't let me see it,

I won't let you play.

Why? What are you so worried about?

Give it back. You hit me.

You're not playing with it.

What's your problem?

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