Losing My Virginity Last Night

Hay back from the long weekend. I realized it had been one week since I last posted here. I was just not in the mood to write last week, although quite a lot of things happened. Like the following resurrections:

• Monday: Missing in Action Sarah popped on YM. I had an orgasm the moment her icon switched to yellow.
• Tuesday: My Auntie Vikki and I found each other on YM. It had been years since we last communicated and we certainly had a lot of catching up to do.
  
• Thursday: I talked to my mom for the first time in a month. Again, she was on YM, with a webcam at that. God, she looked obese!
• Sunday: I talked to Daisy on YM (where else?) after about a couple of months of silence. TALKING is the operative word coz for some reason she can hear me but I can't hear her. It was like having my own radio show no?

Obviously, I was very elated by the sudden surge of these "reunions". Despite that, I was weighed by a composite of dread, restlessness, and a pervading sense of glumness. Last Thursday, having been exhausted with the anxiety of the previous days, I woke up thinking "I would be happy today", which somehow helped me get through the day.

Last Friday, I had dinner with the Pranses, who was in BKK for the weekend. After dinner, we watched some violent movie I refuse to name (baka sisikat pa sya. ching!). It was wonderful to hold his hand in the theater even if the film was the LEAST romantic movie around. Later in the evening, I caught up with my house-mate and his Singaporean friend at Khao San where we had some cocktails while watching rowdy and scruffy backpackers.

Saturday was camwhoring galore. I met my new friend Kiwi in Central World, where we had lunch at a beautiful (and cheap) Vietnamese restaurant. I showed him around Erawan Shrine and the nearby klong (canal). We both took pictures of the city just as the sun was setting down. We agreed how photogenic Bangkok is, especially with all its contrasts. As Kiwi put it, "the city has a fascinating mixture of the hard lines of the steel buildings and the graceful curves of the Skytrain". I could not agree more.

The Vietnamese restaurant

Klong near Pratunam during sunset

Scenes from Erawan Shrine

Erawan Shrine is probably the most popular shrine in the city, with hordes of locals and tourists offering stuff for their prayers to be answered. I don't believe in those things of course but I couldn't help wishing that things would go better with me in the coming days. While we were there, the scent of joss sticks wafted in the air and competed with the fumes from the passing cars. People with shopping bags hanging from their arms knelt in front of the shrine, offering garlands of yellow flowers. The shrill of traditional Thai music is played to the noise of the congested intersection.

Kiwi and I moved to Siam Paragon where we met PJ and L. After dinner, Kiwi had to rush back home to prepare for his date later in the evening, while PJ, L, and I crossed to Siam Square to check the wares sold on the street. (No shopping for me coz I'm saving for a trip later this month.) While we were walking down the street, I did not realize that the paparazzis have been hounding me. Damn, I should get bodyguards already. Buwahahahahahaha.

Sunday was my saddest day by far. I don' know why. I woke up to the sound of rain and when I saw the heavy clouds from my window I just felt miserable, coupled with deep despair. Watching episodes of Project Runway on Youtube lifted my spirits a bit. Later in the afternoon, when I felt that I was not entirely over my bout of sadness, I took a relaxing boat ride downriver. I had dinner at PJ's, after which we took the bus to Khao San Road. We sat on the pavement and watched people, while we drank beer and smoked.

Yesterday was a holiday. I felt lazy to do anything else but watch the last episodes of the fourth season of Project Runway. My mood yesterday improved a lot, thanks to the show. Give me campiness and I'm happy.

Later in the evening, while smoking in the bathroom and waiting for Mr Muscle to work on the bathroom floor and the toilet, I got a call from someone that weed is available somewhere. I swear I haven't tried any illegal substance before. EVAR. But for the longest time I've been curious about weed. Everybody's telling me that it's pretty much harmless so why shouldn't I try it di ba? So off I went to lose my virginity with drugs (drugs ba ang marijuana?).

After smoking a short stick, and feeling a throbbing sensation on my eye sockets, I went back to my room and went down on my knees cleaning my bathroom. I know, I enjoyed my first experience with illegal substance scrubbing tiles and the toilet. To be honest, I did not feel any different. I just felt a BIT numb, similar to being intoxicated with alcohol. Like I thought, yun na yun? Ugh. Exhausted, I crashed on my bed and took a long nap.