TGIF! Yeah, finally it’s come to the point where I could test myself if I would end up being at 50 street tonight. I was actually convinced given it’s a cocktail night tonight but given what happened last week and just knowing it’s gonna end up being another night with the expats lovelies, I kinda coped not ending up there. Not that I had any issues with expats, in fact I love them but it’s just that too much of a good thing can be a bit boring at times.
Maltesers came to me today and she told me how she had this major news to tell. Given this is my blog, I don’t think I have the rights to write down what she actually said but after hearing it, I kinda went ‘umm ok.. so that was it’. It’s not like I’m being mean to her or anything but the friendship between us is just ‘oh I’m this I’m that’. It’s not a bad attribute and I still love her a lot but it’s just boring when whatever she said has the word ‘I’ in front followed by ‘this’ and ‘that’. I used to love it actually but just like 50 street, too much of a thing can be quite boring. And I guess that scenario kinda made me not wanna go out tonight. Maybe it might just be me growing up faster than I think I should.
These are times I miss BigSis once again. The friendship we have is pure. Give and take. Appreciations on both ends. Exposure of weakness. Sharing of strength. I’ve been spoilt actually. Never in my life have I ever known I could meet someone like her. So, having been a friend and a little bro to BigSis makes me expect more from others. No one could ever measure up to what she is actually and this is not something I’m writing just cos she’s become my blog reader. Haha! Just you wait! I’m still mean to you in reality, BigSis.
So, what did I end up doing tonight if I didn’t go to 50 street? Right after work, I went to Junction 8 to have Shan noodle with Jules, a facebook gay friend who I’ve never met in real life but somehow turned out we have a mutual friend. A nice guy, actually. This might be because I haven’t been exposed to evil bitchy gay boys in Myanmar but from what I’ve seen, I’m loving it. They’re just so normal! There are good ones and bad ones in Sydney but these gay boys I’ve been talking to are so normal. Ok, very feminine but they don’t do the whole ‘Judy Garland wannabe’ shit.
At night, I hung out with CuteDork. It was awesome to see him again. Seeing him made me feel nostalgic about those times when BigSis, he and I used to hang out. Good times! He and I spent most of the night reminiscing about BigSis. Just as he misses his girlfriend, I miss my big sister too. We went to Sedona club and the first thing that really surprised me was when this chick yelled at me to sit next to her and the convo followed as shown below.
Whore1: *in English* Sit Here *points to stool next to her*
Me: I’m Burmese.
Whore1: *now in Burmese* Oh I thought you were a foreigner. You look like one.
Me: Is that a compliment cos there are ugly foreigners as well as good looking ones.
Whore1: You look good
Me: You’re gonna make me go cry in the toilet with embarrassment. Look, I think you look fabulous and you should let a really good looking guy sit with you.
With that, CuteDork and I settled down SOMEWHERE else. As usual, three pathetically dressed Filo chicks sang on stage. I was actually impressed with two of them. One looked so Chinesee with a dimple and this girl could sing like Beyonce!! The other one, who CuteDork called the ‘tall filo’ (which later we found out she was wearing this ridiculous heels), was OK looking with this corset and she sings ok but she was a bit funkier than the dimplehead. The last of them looked like a midget who had injected her limbs. With a NORMAL body and the head of a midget, she reminds me of Susan Boyle. But yeah, this midget was hopeless at singing. Now, I understand what BigSis means by ‘five year old’ when she referred to her boyfriend that way. I saw that in CuteDork today but the cool thing is I ended up being four year old. We had a blast!!! I could just so enjoy every second with him. His humor, though so ridiculous, matched with my impressed-o-meter. CuteDork is actually a cool five year old, hanging out with a cute four year old, which is of course me.
Several covers later from the band, Whore1 came to our table. I was a bit uncomfortable.
Whore1: Can you ask your friend if he’s taking any girls tonight?
Me: Nah. We both have girlfriends.
Whore1: Where are they?
Me: Oversea
Whore1: At least they’re not here.
Me: Nah, we’re good.
Whore1: Can you introduce me to your friend?
Me: What’s your name?
Whore1: July.
So, this was the cue for CuteDork to try his lines. Rewinding back to me and CuteDork in my car before we reached Sedona, he had asked me how to say ‘Not tonight. I haven’t washed my hair’ in Burmese, to which I mumbled a few words, which he didn’t take note. So, the convo goes.
CuteDork: Hi.
Me: Hi this is July and July this is
After a huge awkward pause with CuteDork COMPLETELY looking to the other side and the whore just standing there, I broke the silence by asking the most stupid question. “Why isn’t your name August?”. She giggled and walked away. Gee!! Thank god. I was telling CuteDork how I wouldn’t end up fucking her anyways if I was ever into Vijayjays given the name July is pretty much outdated and I’m the type of guy who would use Iphone 4G 32 gig as a vibrator. Yes, technology rocks. Sorry, July… this is what happens to chicks who are named after months. They are only in date not more than 31 days per year.
I had a blast. Time with CuteDork was awesome and I came home happy and sober that quality time was spent. Not with drunk friends. Not with lots of crowds kissing each other like they’re in high school but later either dramatize or end up swinging bedmates week by week.
Tonight was quality.. a night where some people didn’t end up speaking in a foreign language about unwashed hair.. and a night where some people turned their boyfriend into a girl to lie to a whore. Sorry, Booman!!!
Maltesers came to me today and she told me how she had this major news to tell. Given this is my blog, I don’t think I have the rights to write down what she actually said but after hearing it, I kinda went ‘umm ok.. so that was it’. It’s not like I’m being mean to her or anything but the friendship between us is just ‘oh I’m this I’m that’. It’s not a bad attribute and I still love her a lot but it’s just boring when whatever she said has the word ‘I’ in front followed by ‘this’ and ‘that’. I used to love it actually but just like 50 street, too much of a thing can be quite boring. And I guess that scenario kinda made me not wanna go out tonight. Maybe it might just be me growing up faster than I think I should.
These are times I miss BigSis once again. The friendship we have is pure. Give and take. Appreciations on both ends. Exposure of weakness. Sharing of strength. I’ve been spoilt actually. Never in my life have I ever known I could meet someone like her. So, having been a friend and a little bro to BigSis makes me expect more from others. No one could ever measure up to what she is actually and this is not something I’m writing just cos she’s become my blog reader. Haha! Just you wait! I’m still mean to you in reality, BigSis.
So, what did I end up doing tonight if I didn’t go to 50 street? Right after work, I went to Junction 8 to have Shan noodle with Jules, a facebook gay friend who I’ve never met in real life but somehow turned out we have a mutual friend. A nice guy, actually. This might be because I haven’t been exposed to evil bitchy gay boys in Myanmar but from what I’ve seen, I’m loving it. They’re just so normal! There are good ones and bad ones in Sydney but these gay boys I’ve been talking to are so normal. Ok, very feminine but they don’t do the whole ‘Judy Garland wannabe’ shit.
At night, I hung out with CuteDork. It was awesome to see him again. Seeing him made me feel nostalgic about those times when BigSis, he and I used to hang out. Good times! He and I spent most of the night reminiscing about BigSis. Just as he misses his girlfriend, I miss my big sister too. We went to Sedona club and the first thing that really surprised me was when this chick yelled at me to sit next to her and the convo followed as shown below.
Whore1: *in English* Sit Here *points to stool next to her*
Me: I’m Burmese.
Whore1: *now in Burmese* Oh I thought you were a foreigner. You look like one.
Me: Is that a compliment cos there are ugly foreigners as well as good looking ones.
Whore1: You look good
Me: You’re gonna make me go cry in the toilet with embarrassment. Look, I think you look fabulous and you should let a really good looking guy sit with you.
With that, CuteDork and I settled down SOMEWHERE else. As usual, three pathetically dressed Filo chicks sang on stage. I was actually impressed with two of them. One looked so Chinesee with a dimple and this girl could sing like Beyonce!! The other one, who CuteDork called the ‘tall filo’ (which later we found out she was wearing this ridiculous heels), was OK looking with this corset and she sings ok but she was a bit funkier than the dimplehead. The last of them looked like a midget who had injected her limbs. With a NORMAL body and the head of a midget, she reminds me of Susan Boyle. But yeah, this midget was hopeless at singing. Now, I understand what BigSis means by ‘five year old’ when she referred to her boyfriend that way. I saw that in CuteDork today but the cool thing is I ended up being four year old. We had a blast!!! I could just so enjoy every second with him. His humor, though so ridiculous, matched with my impressed-o-meter. CuteDork is actually a cool five year old, hanging out with a cute four year old, which is of course me.
Several covers later from the band, Whore1 came to our table. I was a bit uncomfortable.
Whore1: Can you ask your friend if he’s taking any girls tonight?
Me: Nah. We both have girlfriends.
Whore1: Where are they?
Me: Oversea
Whore1: At least they’re not here.
Me: Nah, we’re good.
Whore1: Can you introduce me to your friend?
Me: What’s your name?
Whore1: July.
So, this was the cue for CuteDork to try his lines. Rewinding back to me and CuteDork in my car before we reached Sedona, he had asked me how to say ‘Not tonight. I haven’t washed my hair’ in Burmese, to which I mumbled a few words, which he didn’t take note. So, the convo goes.
CuteDork: Hi.
Me: Hi
After a huge awkward pause with CuteDork COMPLETELY looking to the other side and the whore just standing there, I broke the silence by asking the most stupid question. “Why isn’t your name August?”. She giggled and walked away. Gee!! Thank god. I was telling CuteDork how I wouldn’t end up fucking her anyways if I was ever into Vijayjays given the name July is pretty much outdated and I’m the type of guy who would use Iphone 4G 32 gig as a vibrator. Yes, technology rocks. Sorry, July… this is what happens to chicks who are named after months. They are only in date not more than 31 days per year.
I had a blast. Time with CuteDork was awesome and I came home happy and sober that quality time was spent. Not with drunk friends. Not with lots of crowds kissing each other like they’re in high school but later either dramatize or end up swinging bedmates week by week.
Tonight was quality.. a night where some people didn’t end up speaking in a foreign language about unwashed hair.. and a night where some people turned their boyfriend into a girl to lie to a whore. Sorry, Booman!!!
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