Irony is the word of the day, when everything around me revolves around irony the whole day.
I went to work in the morning only because I was asked to by JajaMan, along with the rest of the office crew but as it turned out, given I had internet access, I could do research properly and I got things done. I guess the whole office space got me in the working mood.
I finally made BooMan my partner once again on facebook, since I don’t see any use pretending not to be partners when he and I had been pretty much more in love than ever. I was just really taken away by the distance he would go for me. He has evolved into this man I looked up to. His insecurity in the past was a big turn off but I found comfort in being the hero of the day. Since BooMan is a big fan of sweet, but honest, talks, it had always been an ego boost when he would tell me one day after how I have stood up for any stupid things he would pull:- jealousy, lack of trust, drama and just being plain spoilt. But being a hero for me wore thin especially when I was in the low and when you have two people at their weakest time, both in need of strength, I finally got rid of him as a married partner on facebook because I was sick of how I was being used as. Times he logged off on gtalk, times he avoided my questions and times he would accuse me of things I never did. I had enough.
When you love someone, I guess it’s something that you cannot lie to yourself about. I tried to get BooMan out of my head for a couple of days during the first era of our break up. A huge blessing in disguise was his grand-dad passing away, I felt this urge to want to be there for him. So, I started being the hero once again but I was very careful not to make myself his pole to lean on. I am quite mature at certain things but I have always wanted a man who I could bounce things off with and it was just simply ridiculous to see BooMan as a man back then, especially in times of his weakness. I just no clue what was going on.
Ironic yet quite worth the hurt I went through not being his married partner for two weeks or so, he evolved into this man and I have to say it is a bit of a turn on. It was more liberating when he did all of this evolution without my help. He stopped being jealous of me. He stopped talking about his ex. (tact level better) He started to answer most of my questions (although he would fail to answer a lot of my other questions like why he hadn’t gone to the tarot card reader to ask about me). He started to not accuse me of lack of trust in him. Instead of asking me to not cheat on him, he just kept going on about how he was not going to cheat on me. Now, that’s a major turn on and ironically, it made me not want to cheat on him more. He just reminds me of this pokemon who’s evolved from this pathetic ‘one phrase’ toning monster to a fighting monster, whose HP levels would make Pokemon card collectors drool. I don’t know. I just feel so settled with him now and I love him more than ever and I’m VERY VERY happy that I didn’t cheat on him at all. Thank god. I have to admit I DID intend to just cos I was hurt but god, I couldn’t bear the thought of another man when I know BooMan will be out there thinking of me.
My sis got an email from her husband, who she’s been trying to hide away since that fucktard abused her physically while using most of her money that she worked and earned for and not actually working to get paid. He would just sit and eat with my sis money and not work and fail exams. I wouldn’t mind that but after he beat up my sister twice, it became unbearable. So, since Burmese law states that a wife cannot rule the divorce unless the husband agrees OR unless the wife is not with the husband for three years, I have managed to make my sister go stay somewhere, away from him. He called me on my phone as well and what he wanted to say was how he’s trying to file the divorce legally and how he wanted to announce in the newspapers and he called me because he needed documents. Now, at first I did show a bit of empathy but after talking to my grandma, I found out that it would not be necessary to get documents involved when filing a divorce. All you gotta do is sign the paper of divorce and that’s it. So, we still have to find out if he’s onto something.
I finally caught up with Loggie, who used to work with me in PR IV and SuitMan, who used to be an actor before who’s managing a hotel at the moment. It was great since it was just three guys with three backgrounds, three personalities and three types. I’m the singer, SuitMan is an actor and we would pay Loggie out as the womanizer but to be honest, Loggie is a HUGE socialite. What started as a dinner at Coffee circle ended up having three of us gentlemen open a bottle of red Label at DJ bar and enjoying ourselves.
It was nice to be honest. It almost felt like I was with BigSis again. If there was anytime I was happy in my past one year of being in Burma was when I was with BigSis. Now, being with two of them just felt so good as well. Relaxed, no drama and just three doofus having a blast. Three of us looked good and we got hit on by a lot of gay men in the club. I was very happy with the scene in Burma. Not as dodgily promiscuous as Sydney gay scene but quite improving on the open mindedness, I was happy to be part of a gay group in my own country. We danced crazy and met different friends. If there was a similar personality between the three of us, it would be how we know A LOT OF people. Three of us were greeted by at least 10 people each in that small club and there would be only 20 people out of 50 people that we three wouldn’t know. Girls hit on us as much as the gay men. I sound like I’m bragging right now but god, it felt good to be accepted in the shallowest manner to be part of a good looking three metrosexuals (well I am a homo though), who happen to be looked upon as funky people. I would want to hang out with these two again. It sure beats 50 street and my other friends.
As ironic as today was, it was a good day. The break up that saved a relationship, the efficiently useful office on a weekend, evil brother in law who threatened to kill me calling me on the phone begging me not to hang up and two friends who I would avoid to hang out on a normal day, who gave me the best night for this weekend. It was a good Saturday.
I went to work in the morning only because I was asked to by JajaMan, along with the rest of the office crew but as it turned out, given I had internet access, I could do research properly and I got things done. I guess the whole office space got me in the working mood.
I finally made BooMan my partner once again on facebook, since I don’t see any use pretending not to be partners when he and I had been pretty much more in love than ever. I was just really taken away by the distance he would go for me. He has evolved into this man I looked up to. His insecurity in the past was a big turn off but I found comfort in being the hero of the day. Since BooMan is a big fan of sweet, but honest, talks, it had always been an ego boost when he would tell me one day after how I have stood up for any stupid things he would pull:- jealousy, lack of trust, drama and just being plain spoilt. But being a hero for me wore thin especially when I was in the low and when you have two people at their weakest time, both in need of strength, I finally got rid of him as a married partner on facebook because I was sick of how I was being used as. Times he logged off on gtalk, times he avoided my questions and times he would accuse me of things I never did. I had enough.
When you love someone, I guess it’s something that you cannot lie to yourself about. I tried to get BooMan out of my head for a couple of days during the first era of our break up. A huge blessing in disguise was his grand-dad passing away, I felt this urge to want to be there for him. So, I started being the hero once again but I was very careful not to make myself his pole to lean on. I am quite mature at certain things but I have always wanted a man who I could bounce things off with and it was just simply ridiculous to see BooMan as a man back then, especially in times of his weakness. I just no clue what was going on.
Ironic yet quite worth the hurt I went through not being his married partner for two weeks or so, he evolved into this man and I have to say it is a bit of a turn on. It was more liberating when he did all of this evolution without my help. He stopped being jealous of me. He stopped talking about his ex. (tact level better) He started to answer most of my questions (although he would fail to answer a lot of my other questions like why he hadn’t gone to the tarot card reader to ask about me). He started to not accuse me of lack of trust in him. Instead of asking me to not cheat on him, he just kept going on about how he was not going to cheat on me. Now, that’s a major turn on and ironically, it made me not want to cheat on him more. He just reminds me of this pokemon who’s evolved from this pathetic ‘one phrase’ toning monster to a fighting monster, whose HP levels would make Pokemon card collectors drool. I don’t know. I just feel so settled with him now and I love him more than ever and I’m VERY VERY happy that I didn’t cheat on him at all. Thank god. I have to admit I DID intend to just cos I was hurt but god, I couldn’t bear the thought of another man when I know BooMan will be out there thinking of me.
My sis got an email from her husband, who she’s been trying to hide away since that fucktard abused her physically while using most of her money that she worked and earned for and not actually working to get paid. He would just sit and eat with my sis money and not work and fail exams. I wouldn’t mind that but after he beat up my sister twice, it became unbearable. So, since Burmese law states that a wife cannot rule the divorce unless the husband agrees OR unless the wife is not with the husband for three years, I have managed to make my sister go stay somewhere, away from him. He called me on my phone as well and what he wanted to say was how he’s trying to file the divorce legally and how he wanted to announce in the newspapers and he called me because he needed documents. Now, at first I did show a bit of empathy but after talking to my grandma, I found out that it would not be necessary to get documents involved when filing a divorce. All you gotta do is sign the paper of divorce and that’s it. So, we still have to find out if he’s onto something.
I finally caught up with Loggie, who used to work with me in PR IV and SuitMan, who used to be an actor before who’s managing a hotel at the moment. It was great since it was just three guys with three backgrounds, three personalities and three types. I’m the singer, SuitMan is an actor and we would pay Loggie out as the womanizer but to be honest, Loggie is a HUGE socialite. What started as a dinner at Coffee circle ended up having three of us gentlemen open a bottle of red Label at DJ bar and enjoying ourselves.
It was nice to be honest. It almost felt like I was with BigSis again. If there was anytime I was happy in my past one year of being in Burma was when I was with BigSis. Now, being with two of them just felt so good as well. Relaxed, no drama and just three doofus having a blast. Three of us looked good and we got hit on by a lot of gay men in the club. I was very happy with the scene in Burma. Not as dodgily promiscuous as Sydney gay scene but quite improving on the open mindedness, I was happy to be part of a gay group in my own country. We danced crazy and met different friends. If there was a similar personality between the three of us, it would be how we know A LOT OF people. Three of us were greeted by at least 10 people each in that small club and there would be only 20 people out of 50 people that we three wouldn’t know. Girls hit on us as much as the gay men. I sound like I’m bragging right now but god, it felt good to be accepted in the shallowest manner to be part of a good looking three metrosexuals (well I am a homo though), who happen to be looked upon as funky people. I would want to hang out with these two again. It sure beats 50 street and my other friends.
As ironic as today was, it was a good day. The break up that saved a relationship, the efficiently useful office on a weekend, evil brother in law who threatened to kill me calling me on the phone begging me not to hang up and two friends who I would avoid to hang out on a normal day, who gave me the best night for this weekend. It was a good Saturday.
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