the re-return

I find it quite hilarious when people applaud after a movie in a cinema in Australia... things were pretty much the same when we landed in Burma last night. The plane landed and at least about three people clapped. My grandma and I looked at each other and frowned.

Speaking of planes, normally on a flight, before 'normal' food is served, the cabin crew goes around to 'certain' people who cannot eat 'normal' food and serve them before anyone else. Mostly these people are of islam religion and they cannot eat pork. Fair enough. But, on our 'arriving Thailand' flight, they placed that meal right in front of me. Yes, I am quite brown and hairy but that does not necessarily mean I am of that religion. Simple mistake? My grandma finds it really funny.

So now, I'm back in Burma again. Free of IELTS exam. Woop Woop! The cool thing is I am going to be job-interviewed by some 'big' dude in some 'big' department. Hmm.. Mr Big from the "big" department? :D So, Mr Big asked his friend to tell me to come to him 'directly' when I get to Burma. The cool thing here is that if I get a job here, it'll look pretty on my resume. Plus, I won't be idling around and the dream of working in the day and recording in the night is about to come true. That is if I get this job and at the same time, get the contract for my 'other' project. Well, a boy can dream. *swoon*

Speaking of 'boy', I had a bit of a religion talk with grandma two days ago. She doesn't hate homos but she believes that it can be changed. Now, you tell me how can you NOT have a boner by will if you see a gigantic crotch in your face... hmm.. well I do have a huge understanding for my grandma cos of the whole generation gap. I mean Generation Y is SO yesterday. And about reveals, I don't see any closet door opening in the way of my folks. Plus, my aunt knows so that's good enough. She can be the flower girl in my wedding with Mr Eken. (ref to blog last three months ago about having a kid called Heineken)