Inner Heins

The life of a runaway socialite continues today as I avoided yet another meet up.

I have decided that I would only hang out with Steve, KP and double A and without them, I don't really think I'd like to go out. Given, as I have mentioned before, that I am on a tight budget, it's ridiculous to be spending it away on others rather than the mentioned three.

Today, a friend of mine called me to join her for dinner. A big fan of gossip and I got to know her as a second degree friend, I wasn't in the mood to go with her. So, second degree called me on the phone to join her and the director. The director is a daughter of one of the famous movie directors in Burma and despite the fact that I do like her attitude, I know that she is yet another big mouth to avoid. Also joining them, we got 'the sister', who is a big sister of one of my ex-best friends in Burma. Well, this best friend and I used to hang out a lot and I used to have a huge crush on her but we decided that 'best friend' is as far as we could go. So, she, by proxy, became my best friend. I do like her although she was yet another socialite who likes to know everyone and every details of every gossip. Apparently, she's not really into that much gossip anymore and she is now in Singapore anyway. So, we got second degree, the director and the sister, joined by some more other girls that I had no idea of. I have one word for that dinner conversation. Trouble.

Recently, second degree had done a bad boo boo on one of our friends. Ok, so we have Z and M, both wives of two best friends. Second degree told Z that M's husband hates her. And Z told M and M is not happy at all. I'm glad Z and M actually had a talk about it and they've resolved this 'made up' tale about M's husband. So, when I have a fresh meat troublemaker on my friend's list, my senses say 'avoid'.

I have to admit I do like second degree a lot and it's such a waste to hear these things back. Do I believe Z and M? In fact, I do. Do I really think second degree would get in between and say shit? Hell yeah. Second degree likes to know everyone and she's actually made friends with anyone who's out in the scene. The IN crowd. No matter how stupid they are or how fucked up they are, second degree doesn't really care but just blend in well in the "IN" crowd. It's even more ironic when she would tell me shit about other people in the "IN" crowd. It's fun to listen to but come to think of it, why would she still hang out with them and tell shit behind their backs if she, herself, thinks them dumb?

So, there you go... another friend to avoid. Such a shame really.

Today, I helped my sister pack up her things from her house. When I say 'her house', I mean the house that she used to live with her husband. Her husband left that place and went back to his place and I have to say, I'm glad my sis is outta that place. It's a rat hole. It's stuffy, hot and just fucked. It's like this huge coffin made for people to die while suffocating. No sunlight, no air and no nothing and the ceiling was so low that I even have to nod down whenever I walk in there. I don't really blame my grandma for giving them such a crappy apartment but seriously, one cannot live there. So, I'm really glad she's finally decided to live with mom, who lives with her mom in a bigger house that fits like seven or six.

This is yet another chapter of my 'omg now I know how fucked up my family is while I'm having fun in Stonewall sipping Long Island Iced Tea' book. It's like a huge slap in my face to get down to earth and see reality and to stop imagining my family is as rich as before. I mean, we used to be one but now it's separated between my mom and my grandparents and both their houses are big but so unmaintained. Even worse when my sis used to live on her own with her hubby in that dinghy hole. If only I could provide her an apartment we could both live in in Sydney by the time she gets there to study.

I guess this makes me the 'man of the house'. Now, which part of my body yells out 'man of the house'. I don't know stocks and I hate doing business and I'm a labor bitch, who just likes to work a nine to five or any casual shifts and end up in clubs or a pub in the evenings. I guess it's yet another wake up call to evolve. If there was an inner Hein, who's always annoying but right, (well in the cartoon it's always the one with the halo), he would be saying 'Time to get serious, Hein' while the inner Hein with horns would be like 'Enjoy life as it is cos you deserve a better life'.

Meh... I'll choose the halo for now. About time I give his advice a shot.