I guess the fact that I would be leaving Sydney soon kinda reminds me that facebook is the only way I can keep in touch with me lovelies. So, whether they read it or not, I have decided to write something here every now and then. The fact that I am hanging out at Rooty Hills with my grannies now gave me no other option to kill my time but to just sit in front of this puter and type the shiz away....
I woke up at eight am today.. thanx to my grandad calling me on the phone to tell me he's on his way to my place. So, I was in bed when they came into my room. Despite being in his seventies and retired, he stays true to his 'strict' self... the whole 'get up and do stuffs' hiss... hmm to be honest, I kinda miss it for five years now..
So, not wanting to go against his royal highness' will, I woke up but I was too grumpy.
1. cos I miss revue.
2. cos I was scared of what to come my way.
3. cos I felt like shit after two consecutive days of endless drinkage and sleeping on the carpet floor in a living room followed by a theatre performance without brushing my teeth.
I told him I was scared and tired and that I have this huge ass migraine. The word 'migraine' would have such a huge grudge with me; I have been using that word whenever I do NOT have one just to show how 'not in the mood' I am...
For example..
Friend: Hey come out tonight
me: I have a huge migraine (while I would be watching porn in my room or something)
My grandad, ever knowing how I misuse that word, totally ignored that call and kept asking me to wake up. For some weak reason, I cried. I cried in front of him. I told him I was scared and I hugged him. I told him I don't know what to feel or think these days and I'm pretty weak to hide this sadness away. He patted my back in Jack Han's style and said the funniest thing ever.. "BE A MAN".. His intention was for me to be brave but the fact that I am a very active homosexual who wouldn't let his grannies know about this and the fact that he was asking me to 'be a man' while I was hugging him crying... it was just an awkward funny moment...
So I've packed. One big fat pile to St Vinnie's. Little do I know that working in Jayjays have totally populated my closet or suitcases. I have like thirty Jayjays shirts and shit load of other shit that I don't even wear.. or can't wear. Yes, yoyo diet plays a leading role in my life and sometimes when I get too happy I buy small sizes cos I'd be skinny by then, not realizing in two days, that I'll be the next Kirstie Alley out of an Oprah show. And then I'd forget to be in that size again..
Now, about the immigration part, the part I drag the most... it seems that I just have to get ready for IELTS test before a certain date. The thing was in order to make that happen, I would have to jump away to some country and sit for a test there.
I usually pay my gay friends out for their mysterious everlasting lust for travelling. If only 'travelling' was in form of a guy, any gay guys would be monogamously in love. Yes, MOST gay men can do nothing but TRAVEL.. God!!! Why? I hate travelling.. I hate how the toothpaste in hotel rooms are too small and I hate how I get mud on my feet while I ride on buffalos or how some elephants try to mate while I'm riding them.. travelling and hein is a no no... So after all these pay outs, I'm paying it by having to travel. I've always told my friends how I wanna settle down somewhere one day and can get to say 'the world is my oyster'.. like, just go around when I'm settled down somewhere COS I WANT TO DO IT and not to just follow my folks around to end up playing crosswords on hotel papers.
Now, I have to travel somewhere JUST for this exam. I have to book for it tomorrow and it kinda makes me feel both nervous, excited and just a bit fucked. I don't know whether it's a good feeling or not but Ive been in a 'can't be fucked' stage these days. No,I am NOT depressed.. just not really used to things changing so fast around me.
So, according to royal highness' will (MY GRANDAD), I was asked to come stay at rooty hill. His reason was 'BECAUSE WE MISS YOU'. I just gobbled down shit load of food.. You gotta love asian families.. they cook for the whole village and you can just eat as much as you want and it won't run off. So, I ended up eating like obesity is an epic win and now I feel as fat as Val Kilmer's love handles. While I was finishing my dinner, my grannies and my grandad's friend were talking about eloping. Then, I joined in the conversation..
So I told them that I do NOT want a wife but a kid. So, I joked that I would fuck a lesbian for a kid and to have separate parented kid while I live in a cosmo-unit on some top levels with my son or daughter while my lesbian partner can take her out every weekend or something. I mean, the kid DOES deserve a mom after all. My grandparents did not get it. It was a subtle hint to saying that I do NOT want to fuck girls. The funnier thing was when they actually asked me to have test tube babies. Now, that's a bit too obvious if I have agreed to that. So, I have to bullshit my way out by saying 'then how would I enjoy the sex?' Pffttt.. sex with ladies.... never gonna happen.. hahahaha
So, now they're talking about some random shit while I sit here typing like a loner. I don't get it.. My grandad just wants my presence... So for the next three days, I'm gonna be 'existing' beside them and doing what I want with anything I can find to amuse myself.
Things to think of now at the moment are
application form
butt sex
med revue 09 song
butt sex
hangout with ali, jen, zhe and alex
and butt sex
Who says promiscuity is absent in my world... take that, oxford street !!!!
xox
Heiny
Trying to sleep last night was horrid. I was struggling to keep my eyes shut or just close my thoughts. Normally, I'd be watching porn, tv shows, chatting with people or just going out until 2am and that's the only time I would get tired. Sleeping with my grannies is the total opposite. They go to bed around 10pm and the room is just silent and they sleep with the lights on for some reason.
So, I thought to myself how exciting it would be to get back to my country but the more I thought about it, the more it's kinda scary. The last time I had friends there was five years ago and most of them had migrated to some parts of the world for further educational purposes. And the last thing I would wanna do is to try to mingle with people around the showbiz. So, I thought to myself how many friends I have still there. I thought of around five and four of them, I do NOT have the numbers of.
So, I pictured myself as crash bandicoot in stage 4 of his first game, where the whole room is dark and you don't really know what's around you unless you kerosene your lamp. I'd be so lost. It was funny for one split second but then, it just felt stupidly horrible to be lost in the dark.
I fell asleep though.. probably by the fear rather than the peaceful 'hmm now i can rest' intention...
Sleeping early meant waking up early as well and I had things done in the morning.. post office, applications and all that jazz... my grandad's friend came up with this saying where he goes 'DO IT NOW'. As stupid as it may sound, it makes so much sense to me since I never practise that. I leave things to the very end. So, it was kinda umm.... enriching? yeah, somewhere along that line..
When you're under the arms of your grannies, who are both socialites, (DO NOT THINK PARIS HILTON) it was hard to not end up in a paid lunch or something along that line. So, for the afternoon, I was dragged along with my grannies and one of their sons' (well, technically my uncle) friend. We ate buffet at Blacktown RSL Cricket Club. Pretty good, I should say...
So, this was the time where I totally have to get rid of my five years of eating Hein style in a few seconds to 'eating properly' style...
1. GET BREAD AND BUTTER and START OFF WITH THAT... get two butter blocks and DO NOT FINISH THE GOD DAMN BREAD.
2. When eating, make sure two third of your mouth is empty and look up when you eat. This allows enough time to swallow or chew quickly when asked a question while you eat. You DON'T wanna speak with your mouth full...
3. Dropped food? DO NOT APPLY ASIAN 2 SECONDS RULE.. Eating prettywise, it's 0 seconds rule.
4. Never put things inside your dish too much.. make rounds.. this is a buffet... and even if you put food on your plate, make sure it doesn't look yuck or greedy.. make sure the sauce doesn't cover the whole food and make sure there's a bit of vegetable in it.
While eating, I wasn't really aware of one rule since both my grandma and I broke this. We talked, TOTALLY IGNORING grandpa and the host. When the host got up to get some drinks, my grandad hissed at us going 'talk to us.. do not be rude.. talk with each other when you get home'. My grandma and I gave him an evil look.. ah well, we're the socialite's dependants after all.. his wife and his grandson.. no win situation.
So, after eating like I have a piece of cottonbud in my mouth and a lot of weak chuckle and acting amused by whatever random the people around me talked about, I felt a bit tired. But I was happy I got to know my grandma more. I didn't even know she was a patron of some sports club in Burma. WTF??? She's seventy.. and she is a patron of burmese martial art, burmese football and cricket. I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO SPELL CRICKET...
I guess going back home would be a bit interesting somehow. I'll get to meet my dog E-Boo and three puppies, who apparently bully my E-Boo. E-Boo is the dog who humped my leg til he ejaculated so that dog meant a lot to me...
At the moment, I feel half dead though I have to say I feel somewhat happy about getting to know grandma more than I used to. :D
Though I have to say I miss the catch up for med revuers at quad lawn today.. and missing Ali's graduation yesterday suck balls as well...
I woke up at eight am today.. thanx to my grandad calling me on the phone to tell me he's on his way to my place. So, I was in bed when they came into my room. Despite being in his seventies and retired, he stays true to his 'strict' self... the whole 'get up and do stuffs' hiss... hmm to be honest, I kinda miss it for five years now..
So, not wanting to go against his royal highness' will, I woke up but I was too grumpy.
1. cos I miss revue.
2. cos I was scared of what to come my way.
3. cos I felt like shit after two consecutive days of endless drinkage and sleeping on the carpet floor in a living room followed by a theatre performance without brushing my teeth.
I told him I was scared and tired and that I have this huge ass migraine. The word 'migraine' would have such a huge grudge with me; I have been using that word whenever I do NOT have one just to show how 'not in the mood' I am...
For example..
Friend: Hey come out tonight
me: I have a huge migraine (while I would be watching porn in my room or something)
My grandad, ever knowing how I misuse that word, totally ignored that call and kept asking me to wake up. For some weak reason, I cried. I cried in front of him. I told him I was scared and I hugged him. I told him I don't know what to feel or think these days and I'm pretty weak to hide this sadness away. He patted my back in Jack Han's style and said the funniest thing ever.. "BE A MAN".. His intention was for me to be brave but the fact that I am a very active homosexual who wouldn't let his grannies know about this and the fact that he was asking me to 'be a man' while I was hugging him crying... it was just an awkward funny moment...
So I've packed. One big fat pile to St Vinnie's. Little do I know that working in Jayjays have totally populated my closet or suitcases. I have like thirty Jayjays shirts and shit load of other shit that I don't even wear.. or can't wear. Yes, yoyo diet plays a leading role in my life and sometimes when I get too happy I buy small sizes cos I'd be skinny by then, not realizing in two days, that I'll be the next Kirstie Alley out of an Oprah show. And then I'd forget to be in that size again..
Now, about the immigration part, the part I drag the most... it seems that I just have to get ready for IELTS test before a certain date. The thing was in order to make that happen, I would have to jump away to some country and sit for a test there.
I usually pay my gay friends out for their mysterious everlasting lust for travelling. If only 'travelling' was in form of a guy, any gay guys would be monogamously in love. Yes, MOST gay men can do nothing but TRAVEL.. God!!! Why? I hate travelling.. I hate how the toothpaste in hotel rooms are too small and I hate how I get mud on my feet while I ride on buffalos or how some elephants try to mate while I'm riding them.. travelling and hein is a no no... So after all these pay outs, I'm paying it by having to travel. I've always told my friends how I wanna settle down somewhere one day and can get to say 'the world is my oyster'.. like, just go around when I'm settled down somewhere COS I WANT TO DO IT and not to just follow my folks around to end up playing crosswords on hotel papers.
Now, I have to travel somewhere JUST for this exam. I have to book for it tomorrow and it kinda makes me feel both nervous, excited and just a bit fucked. I don't know whether it's a good feeling or not but Ive been in a 'can't be fucked' stage these days. No,I am NOT depressed.. just not really used to things changing so fast around me.
So, according to royal highness' will (MY GRANDAD), I was asked to come stay at rooty hill. His reason was 'BECAUSE WE MISS YOU'. I just gobbled down shit load of food.. You gotta love asian families.. they cook for the whole village and you can just eat as much as you want and it won't run off. So, I ended up eating like obesity is an epic win and now I feel as fat as Val Kilmer's love handles. While I was finishing my dinner, my grannies and my grandad's friend were talking about eloping. Then, I joined in the conversation..
So I told them that I do NOT want a wife but a kid. So, I joked that I would fuck a lesbian for a kid and to have separate parented kid while I live in a cosmo-unit on some top levels with my son or daughter while my lesbian partner can take her out every weekend or something. I mean, the kid DOES deserve a mom after all. My grandparents did not get it. It was a subtle hint to saying that I do NOT want to fuck girls. The funnier thing was when they actually asked me to have test tube babies. Now, that's a bit too obvious if I have agreed to that. So, I have to bullshit my way out by saying 'then how would I enjoy the sex?' Pffttt.. sex with ladies.... never gonna happen.. hahahaha
So, now they're talking about some random shit while I sit here typing like a loner. I don't get it.. My grandad just wants my presence... So for the next three days, I'm gonna be 'existing' beside them and doing what I want with anything I can find to amuse myself.
Things to think of now at the moment are
application form
butt sex
med revue 09 song
butt sex
hangout with ali, jen, zhe and alex
and butt sex
Who says promiscuity is absent in my world... take that, oxford street !!!!
xox
Heiny
Trying to sleep last night was horrid. I was struggling to keep my eyes shut or just close my thoughts. Normally, I'd be watching porn, tv shows, chatting with people or just going out until 2am and that's the only time I would get tired. Sleeping with my grannies is the total opposite. They go to bed around 10pm and the room is just silent and they sleep with the lights on for some reason.
So, I thought to myself how exciting it would be to get back to my country but the more I thought about it, the more it's kinda scary. The last time I had friends there was five years ago and most of them had migrated to some parts of the world for further educational purposes. And the last thing I would wanna do is to try to mingle with people around the showbiz. So, I thought to myself how many friends I have still there. I thought of around five and four of them, I do NOT have the numbers of.
So, I pictured myself as crash bandicoot in stage 4 of his first game, where the whole room is dark and you don't really know what's around you unless you kerosene your lamp. I'd be so lost. It was funny for one split second but then, it just felt stupidly horrible to be lost in the dark.
I fell asleep though.. probably by the fear rather than the peaceful 'hmm now i can rest' intention...
Sleeping early meant waking up early as well and I had things done in the morning.. post office, applications and all that jazz... my grandad's friend came up with this saying where he goes 'DO IT NOW'. As stupid as it may sound, it makes so much sense to me since I never practise that. I leave things to the very end. So, it was kinda umm.... enriching? yeah, somewhere along that line..
When you're under the arms of your grannies, who are both socialites, (DO NOT THINK PARIS HILTON) it was hard to not end up in a paid lunch or something along that line. So, for the afternoon, I was dragged along with my grannies and one of their sons' (well, technically my uncle) friend. We ate buffet at Blacktown RSL Cricket Club. Pretty good, I should say...
So, this was the time where I totally have to get rid of my five years of eating Hein style in a few seconds to 'eating properly' style...
1. GET BREAD AND BUTTER and START OFF WITH THAT... get two butter blocks and DO NOT FINISH THE GOD DAMN BREAD.
2. When eating, make sure two third of your mouth is empty and look up when you eat. This allows enough time to swallow or chew quickly when asked a question while you eat. You DON'T wanna speak with your mouth full...
3. Dropped food? DO NOT APPLY ASIAN 2 SECONDS RULE.. Eating prettywise, it's 0 seconds rule.
4. Never put things inside your dish too much.. make rounds.. this is a buffet... and even if you put food on your plate, make sure it doesn't look yuck or greedy.. make sure the sauce doesn't cover the whole food and make sure there's a bit of vegetable in it.
While eating, I wasn't really aware of one rule since both my grandma and I broke this. We talked, TOTALLY IGNORING grandpa and the host. When the host got up to get some drinks, my grandad hissed at us going 'talk to us.. do not be rude.. talk with each other when you get home'. My grandma and I gave him an evil look.. ah well, we're the socialite's dependants after all.. his wife and his grandson.. no win situation.
So, after eating like I have a piece of cottonbud in my mouth and a lot of weak chuckle and acting amused by whatever random the people around me talked about, I felt a bit tired. But I was happy I got to know my grandma more. I didn't even know she was a patron of some sports club in Burma. WTF??? She's seventy.. and she is a patron of burmese martial art, burmese football and cricket. I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO SPELL CRICKET...
I guess going back home would be a bit interesting somehow. I'll get to meet my dog E-Boo and three puppies, who apparently bully my E-Boo. E-Boo is the dog who humped my leg til he ejaculated so that dog meant a lot to me...
At the moment, I feel half dead though I have to say I feel somewhat happy about getting to know grandma more than I used to. :D
Though I have to say I miss the catch up for med revuers at quad lawn today.. and missing Ali's graduation yesterday suck balls as well...
When I did the tattoo on my arm that says 'Karma', I meant it well. Karma is a bitch, especially to me. So, working in Jayjays made me such a 'fobb hating' queen; you CANNOT blame me though.. they're just too ridiculously rude and weird. I never saw my grandparents that way until I crossed the road with them today. They got in front of some men and the men were making fun of my grannies. I just held their arms and waited with them. Half of me was a bit ashamed but half of me felt the need to BE THERE because that's something I would've done to fobs. But for fuck sake, my grannies are seventy plus. It might just be humor but I guess I've learnt my lesson well....
No more laughing at old people or old fobs...
young fobs can still rot.
The rest of the fob trot was awesome. We went on ferries around darling harbor, we bought aquarium book and we ate at the rotating thingy. It sucks cos whenever I'm about to go grab more food, the food would be like 20 degrees behind me. So, the thing ACTUALLY moves.
I've been thinking hard again and talking with my grandma about things to do back in my country. I really don't wanna share it here unless I actually am sure of what to do.. it seems like a vague distance to know what I'm capable of doing. But, I'd love to have 'real' friends for a change and just a good family life
WITH MY NEW THREEE PUPPIES
At the same time, I think about a life that I've built here and how much I would miss it. Since there's no turning back for now, it's no use feeling sad over something I cannot change. I know my friends are sad and so am I but it's useless and painful if I encourage it. And I have promised them that I'll be back.. and I mean it with every words that came outta my mouth..
And about med revue, I've let go....
now I see the casties as my brothers and sisters that I'll come back to
and dare I say it, their hugs would be warm enough to let me survive through hard times :D
my blogs seem a bit wah about me missing cast
but how can i help it?
Can you blame someone who just spent two months with 40 awesome people and just have to cut it out one day and go live with his grannies and sort out the future, only to leave this country one day to be able to come back?
You'd be sad too if you were me :D
No more laughing at old people or old fobs...
young fobs can still rot.
The rest of the fob trot was awesome. We went on ferries around darling harbor, we bought aquarium book and we ate at the rotating thingy. It sucks cos whenever I'm about to go grab more food, the food would be like 20 degrees behind me. So, the thing ACTUALLY moves.
I've been thinking hard again and talking with my grandma about things to do back in my country. I really don't wanna share it here unless I actually am sure of what to do.. it seems like a vague distance to know what I'm capable of doing. But, I'd love to have 'real' friends for a change and just a good family life
WITH MY NEW THREEE PUPPIES
At the same time, I think about a life that I've built here and how much I would miss it. Since there's no turning back for now, it's no use feeling sad over something I cannot change. I know my friends are sad and so am I but it's useless and painful if I encourage it. And I have promised them that I'll be back.. and I mean it with every words that came outta my mouth..
And about med revue, I've let go....
now I see the casties as my brothers and sisters that I'll come back to
and dare I say it, their hugs would be warm enough to let me survive through hard times :D
my blogs seem a bit wah about me missing cast
but how can i help it?
Can you blame someone who just spent two months with 40 awesome people and just have to cut it out one day and go live with his grannies and sort out the future, only to leave this country one day to be able to come back?
You'd be sad too if you were me :D
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