The initial plan for yesterday was to meet the fortune teller with my friends, go to gym and go to KC's house to work on more songs and sleep over there.
Then, it changed to meet the fortune teller with my friends, go to 'body combat' with Boss and go to KC's house to work on more songs and sleep over there.
What really happened was:
I love planning and I love it more with I spend my day productively spontaneously. It's a good feeling, trust me. So, I woke up at 9am for a Saturday. The fortuneteller (FT) was pretty late but we went to my friend's house. I don't think it's fair to mention which friends since all of them would like to keep things confidential. When I arrived to my friend's house, I got to ask FT first. So, the deal here is.. he telling me things and then I ask him accordingly. So, he goes on and on about stuffs, quite hopeful. He kept going on about me meeting someone or having someone near me soon. All I could think of in my head was "Craig". So, it was my turn to ask questions. I tried indirect speech or euphymism but I didn't feel like I got the message through. So, finally I told FT that I am someone who goes for the same gender. Sadly, he didn't look surprised. haha.
It was cute to find out how accepting he was and how he started sharing some other things to be kept to confidentiality. Very blogworthy but can definitely turn me into one big fat gossip queen. He is a fortune teller for most of the celebrities and most of the celebs have succeeded via him. There are ways for fortune tellers to give you things to do to prevent bad shits from happening. Some of them requires voodoolike stuffs but FT mostly base his 'good deeds' on Buddhism and just simple things like 'putting flowers in a vase in a pagoda'. I was quite surprised to find out almost 90% of the people in the entertainment industry in Burma's at least practises androgyny, let alone same gender preference. Wide eyed yet not feeling alone anymore, it was a warm speech he gave. He treated homosexuality like a normal thing and not something of any sorts that would fuck me off to hell.
Then, my other two friends had their fortune read and the day went on with me ending up in the internet cafe, telling Craig about the day. It was cute to see him notice me getting all excited. His response? The same old line that never grows old on me. "I love you so much".
Gym was cancelled only because by the time I had finished eating after I got my fortune read was 3pm and wating for an hour and a half for my digestion to do his job was a bit impossible cos that would lead me to do gym at 6pm. Boss, outta nowhere, suggested I go to 'body combat' with her. From the way both Boss and I understood 'body combat', it was people punching and kicking the shit outta an imaginery someone in front of them with some good music in the background. It was actually scheduled at 6pm but it started at 5:30 pm when we got there. My boss and I stared at the people inside the class and our jaw dropped.
1. The class had ONLY women.
2. They were slowly lifting 1lbs weight to a height of 1inch or so.
3. Pay 8 dollars for raising the stupid weight slowly? Fuck that.
4. The background music was Sheryl Crow's "All I wanna do".
My boss and I were disappointed but we suggested on going to Chinatown to have that porkroll-fries that I kinda showed my boss last time and she got to liking them. Typical, isn't it? Work out plan fails and we stuff ourselves with sympathy food therapy.
Now, walking with Boss reminds me of Indiana Jones. How you would have a map and you would show the travelled route. In order to get to Chinatown, we passed Little India. It's funny how we transformed from normal Burmese environment to little India, where the food sold on the streets were mainly Indian. Then, minutes later, it transformed into Chinatown, and the fact that it was Chinese New Year made it too obvious for one to not notice it was Chinatown. Boss and I ended up eating a lot as we go. So, both of us decided to do something active at least. So, we walked from Chinatown to boss's place, which was a 1 hour and 15 minutes walk from Chinatown Latha Street to Shwe Gone Dine Hotel. It was approximately the same distance from Bondi to Maroobra.
Boss and I opened up. We talked about our childhood and our exes. Guys we've dated. It was interesting and it felt good that I got told of these things since it shows how my relationship with my boss has always been growing. Like a big sister and like her small brother, we walked home, unaware of our tired feet until we reached to our hotel and saw my car waiting for me.
I didn't end up going to KC's house but it was good since I really needed the rest for the studio this morning.
Then, it changed to meet the fortune teller with my friends, go to 'body combat' with Boss and go to KC's house to work on more songs and sleep over there.
What really happened was:
I love planning and I love it more with I spend my day productively spontaneously. It's a good feeling, trust me. So, I woke up at 9am for a Saturday. The fortuneteller (FT) was pretty late but we went to my friend's house. I don't think it's fair to mention which friends since all of them would like to keep things confidential. When I arrived to my friend's house, I got to ask FT first. So, the deal here is.. he telling me things and then I ask him accordingly. So, he goes on and on about stuffs, quite hopeful. He kept going on about me meeting someone or having someone near me soon. All I could think of in my head was "Craig". So, it was my turn to ask questions. I tried indirect speech or euphymism but I didn't feel like I got the message through. So, finally I told FT that I am someone who goes for the same gender. Sadly, he didn't look surprised. haha.
It was cute to find out how accepting he was and how he started sharing some other things to be kept to confidentiality. Very blogworthy but can definitely turn me into one big fat gossip queen. He is a fortune teller for most of the celebrities and most of the celebs have succeeded via him. There are ways for fortune tellers to give you things to do to prevent bad shits from happening. Some of them requires voodoolike stuffs but FT mostly base his 'good deeds' on Buddhism and just simple things like 'putting flowers in a vase in a pagoda'. I was quite surprised to find out almost 90% of the people in the entertainment industry in Burma's at least practises androgyny, let alone same gender preference. Wide eyed yet not feeling alone anymore, it was a warm speech he gave. He treated homosexuality like a normal thing and not something of any sorts that would fuck me off to hell.
Then, my other two friends had their fortune read and the day went on with me ending up in the internet cafe, telling Craig about the day. It was cute to see him notice me getting all excited. His response? The same old line that never grows old on me. "I love you so much".
Gym was cancelled only because by the time I had finished eating after I got my fortune read was 3pm and wating for an hour and a half for my digestion to do his job was a bit impossible cos that would lead me to do gym at 6pm. Boss, outta nowhere, suggested I go to 'body combat' with her. From the way both Boss and I understood 'body combat', it was people punching and kicking the shit outta an imaginery someone in front of them with some good music in the background. It was actually scheduled at 6pm but it started at 5:30 pm when we got there. My boss and I stared at the people inside the class and our jaw dropped.
1. The class had ONLY women.
2. They were slowly lifting 1lbs weight to a height of 1inch or so.
3. Pay 8 dollars for raising the stupid weight slowly? Fuck that.
4. The background music was Sheryl Crow's "All I wanna do".
My boss and I were disappointed but we suggested on going to Chinatown to have that porkroll-fries that I kinda showed my boss last time and she got to liking them. Typical, isn't it? Work out plan fails and we stuff ourselves with sympathy food therapy.
Now, walking with Boss reminds me of Indiana Jones. How you would have a map and you would show the travelled route. In order to get to Chinatown, we passed Little India. It's funny how we transformed from normal Burmese environment to little India, where the food sold on the streets were mainly Indian. Then, minutes later, it transformed into Chinatown, and the fact that it was Chinese New Year made it too obvious for one to not notice it was Chinatown. Boss and I ended up eating a lot as we go. So, both of us decided to do something active at least. So, we walked from Chinatown to boss's place, which was a 1 hour and 15 minutes walk from Chinatown Latha Street to Shwe Gone Dine Hotel. It was approximately the same distance from Bondi to Maroobra.
Boss and I opened up. We talked about our childhood and our exes. Guys we've dated. It was interesting and it felt good that I got told of these things since it shows how my relationship with my boss has always been growing. Like a big sister and like her small brother, we walked home, unaware of our tired feet until we reached to our hotel and saw my car waiting for me.
I didn't end up going to KC's house but it was good since I really needed the rest for the studio this morning.
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