Attention.. everyone loves it but some loves to hide the fact as well. There’s nothing better than being stared at by a chick in a bar. No matter what the chick is, a whore, a dancer, a socialite, a celebrity, a mother or just a normal member of society, it still feels good to be stared at.
According to Buddhists’ retribution theory, one must suffer nor gain what he/she had done in the past life. So, when you end up helping out people in this life, old folks like to say it’s because you were in debt in your past life. If you get to end up in debt this life, it’s probably because you have greedily used up other people’s stuff in the last life. I don’t really know what I have done in my past life but I end up having to fill forms for people in this life.
Since the day I was on the plane from Sydney to Burma, I had to fill up declaration and some departure/arrival forms for around five to six people, one being my grandmom and the rest just plain strangers. One lady didn’t actually know the meaning of ‘date of birth’ so I ended up explaining that to her and ended up filling out her forms as well. That didn’t stop when I was on my way to Thailand as well. I was pretty happy that I could help. Today, I ended up filling forms for my sister. She was at work and she asked me to go to the Australian Embassy to give them her CV because she heard about a job there or something. So, it turned out that the person would also have to fill in a form there as well as hand in their CV. So, unprepared, I filled out the form on behalf of my sister and ended up even forging her signature.
The ‘weighing’ nurse was there when I was at the hospital today. I gave her my last album on Monday, the last time I went to the hospital. She came to me today and told me she’s got the album and the same old same old ‘thank you’. She weighed me as usual and surprisingly, I ended up losing eight pounds in nine days. I guess my dieting routine’s working wonders.
Steve called me up and asked me to come out and chill with him, given our old friend Jellybean is in town. Ok, his name is NOT actually Jellybean. I met him on the same day I became friends with Steve during water festival. A cool kid from the States and quite laid back. He then became one of my regular hangout buddies. He went back to Seattle a few months before I left for Sydney and he’s been coming back for quite a few times during these five years that I have not seen him. So, it felt pretty cool that I got to meet him tonight.
He has changed a bit. He’s turned into a bit of a jock kid without the douche bag personality. He changed the way he dresses as well as his hair. I did tell him he looks way better than before but I was glad to find out that he hasn’t changed a single bit when it comes to his laid back personality. KP couldn’t make it so it was just the three of us. Steve, Jellybean and I were at our usual pub and then we went to Sedona club, where hookers wander around and a group of Filippino chicks sing on stage. Clubs in Burma, before I came to Sydney, were usually swarmed with kids around our age. Be it punk, hip hop or just plain style, they were pretty cool kids to mingle with. Clubs, these days, is reigned by old Chinese business tycoons or just old Burmese men in search of whores. We saw a group of Chinese men dancing to DDR type of music. Steve, Jellybean and I seem to be the only group of people that most chicks would wish they’d be picked up by. I mean, we weren’t the hottest but we did look good mediocrely and we are young as opposed to most of the people there and we do look like we can afford to take showers as opposed to some nasty looking people in there. So, it came to the point where the singers on stage even came and talked to us. Of course they would. Two white young men. I wouldn’t miss a chance to flirt with them if I were in a bar full of old nasty businessmen. We had our drinks and went back home. Nope, none of us got laid.
Attention… it’s weird how when I come to think of it, I do like getting attention from chicks. Thinking back, I was kissing a girl on stage in a gay pub on Mardi Gras day once. That says something about me and chicks, I guess.
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