The Cafe

So, let me introduce you to the world of Internet cafes in Burma. Not only can you call your boyfriend at a cheaper price, preferably landline, or play farmville with better speed, but you can also get to learn a lot about life.

There's this one lady who always calls her son, who, I'm assuming, is studying oversea. She would always be doing some voodoo shit. Ok, that's not a good word. Sometimes, some fortuneteller could ask you to do some stuffs in order to strengthen the luck. So, she'd be saying things like "Oh, I've done what the fortuneteller asked me to.. make sure you drop that apple from the eastern side of the river and make sure you burn a piece of paper afterwards".

There's this other man who KEPT asking her daughter for money. "Oh, I need more, baby. I used up all those you gave me last time. Yes, I got it. No, I'm sure they did not take any money in between."

There was also this girl who started shouting her ass off while she was chatting with her headphone, which then turned into a cry. Cry as in sniff sniff gasp gasp cry cry. Not just a normal cry. It's not a Forrest Gump cry when his girlfriend died. And, one of the staff at the cafe IMed me going "she's crying but she's playing mahjong online at the same time". I checked. It was true. She was crying, cussing on top of her head about some stuffs but playing mahjong.. and might I add, scoring well.

There are also some multi-language people. Some wives who check on their husbands. Some kids who are being forced by one of their parents to videochat with the other parent on the puter screen.

Awwww.. I feel normal for having Craig. Despite virutality exposure, I guess it's the next phonebooth in town!!!