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.

I Only Have Eyes for You

Another one for you, guapo.

I Only Have Eyes for You
(version of Jamie Cullum)

Are the stars out tonight?
I don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright
’cause I only have eyes for you, dear
My love must be some kind of blind love
I don’t see anybody but you
The moon may be high
But I can’t see a thing in the sky
’cause I only have eyes for you.

I don’t know if we’re in a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here, so am i
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
I only have eyes for you
My love must be some kind of blind love
I don’t see anybody but you

Pitong Buwan

Oh dear, I nearly forgot that another month had passed in BKK. Work had been pretty hectic lately, I missed the full moon, my indicator of my stay here. Seven months. More than half of my one-year work contract is over and a few months more to look forward to. Only the heavens can tell if my contract is renewed (I have a strong feeling that I'd get another contract though), but I know I have more than enough reason to stay in the City of Angels.

Senseless talak coming up.

When people back home ask me how's life like during the past seven months, I always say that it has been a long time since I'm this happy. I remember saying the same when I lived in Davao for four years. Just like Davao, I felt easily at home in BKK. Life's pretty convenient here and there are just endless things to do. I like my cities coarse and chaotic, and BKK is just that and more. I can't help falling in love with it. I can certainly see my self living happily in BKK for the next few years (that is, if life remains kind).

While work is not necessarily very fulfilling at this point, I see various opportunities for me to start my own projects that contribute to the organization. I'm fortunate that I have a director who encourages the staff to pursue our passions. I'm currently cooking something related to urban landscapes and heritage and should thus be worth looking forward to.

On the aspect of my social life, I'm blessed with a number of friends who are very dear to me. If anything, I've been most lucky with friends who I get to know in the places I've lived in. In the absence of my family, I find comfort in the fact that I have friends who will keep me grounded. In Davao for instance, I met some of my closest, closest friends who I shall treasure forever (hi Daisy, hi Sarah, hi Mickay, hi Grace, hi Yolly!). The same is also possible for the people who I consider my friends in BKK (hi PJ, hi L!). On the other hand, I certainly wish I would have more Thai friends, although I heard quite often that that can be very challenging.

Lastly, I shall touch on dating, which for the longest time had been a much neglected aspect of my life and was only revived when I moved here. I had a rough start, I swear. Little did I know that dating in BKK can be very fierce. I simply lacked the experience, and naturally I made wrong turns here and there, which ultimately left me frustrated. And so someone comes along, an amazing person I should say, with whom I connect in a spectacular way (kailangan ba talagang spectacular ang gamiting term? charing!). There's a lot a potential right here dear if things go well.

And so, I can only wish that this BKK stint would go well overall. The past seven months had been one hell of a ride. I feel like I'm done with the adjustment phase only now and so this is a critical period of transition in all aspects of my life. I see exciting changes ahead.

Halo-Halo Delight

Last Tuesday evening, I dragged the Pranses to a restaurant that serves halo-halo right in the basement of a popular department store in Silom. I only knew through a Thai officemate that My Little Home, the name of the restaurant, serves halo-halo. The place does not even indicate in their menu that they serve other Filipino food such as adobo, pancit, and kare-kare. Only those who are in the know would actually order those dishes. While there are a couple of Filipino food stalls in BKK (inaccessible and chaotic Pratunam), I'm not sure if they serve halo-halo at all. The very day my colleague gave me the halo-halo tip I was instantly on craving mode.

So there I was sitting in My Little Home, beaming like a starving street child when my tall glass of halo-halo arrived on the table. Of course I had to start with the ice cream on top (yeah, we had special halo-halo) and worked my way down. I taught the Pranses how to first properly mix all the ingredients under the thick layer of ice and not until we finished that part of the ritual did we start stuffing ourselves with the delectable dessert.

Each country in Southeast Asia (I heard) has their own version of halo-halo... or at least anything that has crush ice, milk, and some beans or jelly mixed together. I've tried the Thai kind, which is equally interesting.

Halo-halo of course is very MAJOR to me. I swear it's my favorite dessert EVAR. And for some reason, it reminds me of my childhood when all it matters is just eating halo-halo and then I'm all happy. No other food can do that for me, well maybe except adobo and binagoongang baboy. (Tang ina, na-gutom akech.)

The halo-halo in My Little Home did not disappoint. All the basic ingredients were present, except for ube and leche flan. It was also a bit too sweet and could use more milk, but I'm not complaining. And certainly, it was very special coz I was sharing an evening of halo-halo with, ehem, the Pranses.

Photo credit: The Urban Sinner

For You, Guapo

Come Away With Me
by Norah Jones

Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song

Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can't tempt us
With their lies

I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won't you try to come

Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you

And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me

Chronicles

So a bit of blog silence the past days. Honestly, there's not just enough material to write about during weekdays, whereas weekends are usually more eventful for me. Like I'm already anticipating a "fully booked" (I cringe at the pretentiousness of the term I simply need the quotation marks) weekend. I'm planning a major post next week about what is yet again some touristy activities in the coming days.

Speaking of material, there's really a lot to write about my blossoming, ehem, dating life. Let me just say that things are moving quite well (such an understatement right there). Of course I couldn't be more excited. But then, in the interest of privacy (his and mine), I'm not going to make that part of my life available for public consumption (and it's not that a lot of people read this blog anyway). I wish I'm more of a tell-all person, but I really don't have enough gumption to squeal about such a sensitive and special topic.

Still I couldn't help having this strong compulsion to write about these exciting times, so I decided to create another blog dedicated to my, ehem, dating life. I'm keeping it for my personal consumption though because the main objective is to record and track my feelings as I go along. And you know, for the sake of preserving our memories na rin. Kumbaga, dear diary ang drama. Emote ng schoolgirl, no?

Damn, I now remember those journals I kept when I was going through similar periods. Just the same, I was possessed with chronicling all the bliss and drama, and until now I savor every corny sentence I wrote. Clearly, I value these journals, which preserve all my major kabaklaan and katangahan and kagagahan in the raw. I wonder how I'd react to this current private blog when I read them years from now. So despite the seeming lull in the entries, it does not mean that life has become humdrum. On the contrary, my days have never been this exciting.

Photo credit: Conventry Gang Show

Synchronized

While walking around Central World last Saturday night with the Pranses, he asked what time it was on my watch. I gave him the time on my cellphone. We both realized that his time was about 14 minutes late to mine, which pretty much explained why I always arrive early when we arrange a rendezvous. Right there he adjusted the time setting on his cellphone to exactly synchronize with mine.

Me blushes.

Photo credit: Free Download Center

Thonburi Walking Tour

The past few weeks I've been spending sooooo much time on debauchery and I felt that I need some respite from all that. So last weekend I invited L, PJ, and the Pranses on a walking tour of Thonburi, which is Thailand's old capital, just across the Chao Phraya River. Because I take the river boat quite often, I've always been curious about the interesting temples and churches that line the bank of the Thonburi side. Luckily, I found this recommended walking tour that plots some fascinating sites not usually found in the conventional guide books.

We began our tour by taking the Choao Phraya Express Boat to the Memorial Bridge. It was then my first time to walk across the river, indeed a different perspective to observe the bustling waterway.



A few twisted alleys from the bridge led us to the Princess Mother Memorial Park, an oasis in the middle of the narrow and cramped neighborhood of shophouses. Around the said park is Kuan Ou, a Chinese-style shrine perched on the edge of the river.



Our next stop was Wat Prayoon. The wat (temple) is very typical of most Thai temples save for the humongous chedi/stupa that looms over the complex.



More narrow sois later, we found the Santa Cruz Church. PJ, a devout Catholic, was pretty excited for the visita iglesia, he even brought a veil (as in!). OK, it was a sarong. Disappointingly, the doors of the church were closed. It was very fascinating how they put the picture of the King on the facade of the church, along with the national and royal flags. I've never seen anything like it.


Our next stop was Wat Kalayanamit, a riverside wat that has a huge, and I mean fucking ginormous, Buddha statue. It was the most humongous indoor Buddha statue I've ever seen, although I heard there are far more larger ones than this. It's unbelievable really. Together with a number of worshipers, PJ and L did some of those fortune sticks thingie at the foot of the image.

Check this picture of me in front of the Buddha. Can anybody tell me which is shinier: the Buddha statue or me? Doesn't my face look shimmering, shining, and splendid (rolls eyes)? Note to self: oiliness is next to ugliness.


Outside the wat, is the jetty where a flock pigeons permanently reside. We had a blast feeding them and chasing them crazy all over the place. (Thanks to PJ for the shot below.)


Wat Arun (The Temple of Dawn) was actually not in the agenda, but since we realized that it's just a short walk away from the temple, we decided to drop by the famed Bangkok landmark anyway. I had been there previously on a rainy day, and indeed it was worth visiting again the place during sunset. The river scene could not be more than resplendent, especially if one looks to the large expanse that is the Bangkok side of the Chao Phraya River. We were clearly mesmerized by the view from Wat Arun, the temple guards had to literally drive us away with their whistles a few minutes before closing time.




Crossing back to the other side of the river, we had dinner at one of the sidewalk food stalls at the jetty near the Grand Palace. After a long chit chat session, we walked towards the usual Saturday evening frenzy in Khao San Road where we had some drinks before we finally went home exhausted.

By any measure, I had a great time that day although I don't know exactly how much UV rays touched my skin during such a hot afternoon.

Swinging in Soi Twilight

The night started as a regular chit chat session with my Pinoy friends at McDonald's (the official Filipino restaurant in BKK). D's friends, a couple of Australian guys and a British lady (who are traveling around Southeast Asia), joined us later in the evening. Chit chat galore... until the group decided to check out Soi Twilight, which is the gay world's counterpart of the infamous Pat Pong stretch in Silom.

After I watched the ping-pong show in Pat Pong several months back, I decided that I'm not going to "participate" again in anything that involves prostitutes and stuff. I simply find it demeaning. But then, through classic "peer pressure", I tagged along with the group. Anyway, I've long been curious about the "fuck shows" in Soi Twilight, so I figured that I might as well get it over with. (There are way too many quotation marks in this paragraph.)


Among the numerous bars, D brought us to Future Boys. The interior is standard boxing-ring type of lay-out, albeit instead of boxers the main attraction is the skinny boys wearing white underwear. I swear they looked so young to me, like some of them seemed 13 or 15.

One of the first entrees were three men, wearing the requisite white underwear, gyrating on the stage. I initially thought it was standard "macho dancing", which I've seen back home, but then when I looked closer I caught a glimpse of the head of their members showing from the garter of their underwear. Now, that was interesting! One of the guys eventually ended up giving the the other guys some good-old, ehem, oral stimulation.

Am I giving way too much details here?

All right, all right... let's temper this down a bit. So the next routine involved some candle wax dripping over the the skinny boy's bodies, classic 69 on a bamboo bed, and some soapy interlude as well. Yeah, all the cliches. But then, came in the finale, which involved two couples doing some serious fucking while swinging from the ceiling and perhaps all the Kama Sutra positions covered. Definitely there are things that you do not see everyday! Midway in the act, the entangled couples went around the bar doing their stint right on the lap of some of the audience members while asking for tips. The couples and all the other performers actually seemed bored in their routines. It's like, you know, another day at work.

I really find the whole thing freakish rather than erotic.

***

From Soi Twilight, I met up with the Pranses in a Silom gay club where PJ was also canoodling with his boy. PJ introduced me to quite a number of Pinoy gay guys who were also partying in the club last night. I didn't know na ang dami pala naming bading na nagwo-work sa BKK ha! Ang shaya, shaya!!!

From the club, the Pranses and I wandered around the dark and deserted streets of Silom. He finally opened up about his thoughts on this whole thing between us -- his apprehensions, fears, and all. It was obviously not total good news but I already anticipated most of what he said. Essentially, we realized the cruelty of our impermanent lives in Bangkok. We are transients. He has his plans and I have mine. Six months from now our lives might eventually diverge. Sigh.

***

Photo credit: Bangkok Eyes

Unspeakable Things

Sigh... the Pranses arrived yesterday. Of course, what else is there to do but get our hands on each other! We met in Khao San on the pretense of some drinks, which we ended up having while he talked about his holiday -- cleaning the garden, appreciating the mountains, having long chats with his family, etc.

The cold weather is back by the way. Noticing that, we decided to walk around the vicinity, and this was like past midnight already. We ended up in a deserted park but alas it was closed. But still we managed to sneak inside and did some unspeakable things. Nah, not sex... that's just too risque noh.

From the park we walked around the dark and empty sois (alleys) where more unspeakable things took place between the Pranses and me. It was creepy, the thought of being caught you know. When we sensed that someone was around we disengaged and walked a bit farther until we found yet another dark soi. Aimlessly walking around the twisted sois, we eventually ended up in a small pier along the river. The river breeze was bloody cold, thank god we had each other for warmth.

It was nice looking at his face again, staring at his eyes, feeling his lips on mine, hugging like there's no tomorrow.

The thing is, the Pranses and I have not talked about the real deal between us. Is it important anyway when all of our actions say that we are crazy about each other?

Libog Blues

I never thought the day would come when I'd refuse an outright invitation to have sex with this uber sexy Thai guy I met at a Silom bar. Let's call him Jack. I've seen him in the club on several occasions before and damn, he's gawgeous. Fucking gawgeous. But then he's always at some distance from me, I would just satisfy my self with stealing glances at him and his other equally hot friends.

A couple of nights ago, courtesy of the endless shoving of people in the bar, I found Jack inches from where I stood. Our eyes met, he smiled, I had an orgasm (charing!). We held hands and danced. Several times his hands would grab parts of my body I would not dare mention here. The introductions came later, which is often the case in these kinds of encounters anyway. More minutes of dancing and touching passed, and then he whispered that he's going home.

"I want you to come with me," he said.

"I can't."

He gave me that cute pleading look.

"I just can't, I'm sorry," I replied.

He smiled and left, with me muttering to my self, "Shet sayang! Shet, shet, sheeeeet!!!"

When the Pranses left for the holidays, I was at a quandary over what we really are. I reckoned we have something going on but still nothing serious enough to stop me from seeing other men. Saw other men I did! In the course of the past three weeks, I met two former "dates", and definitely these are innocuous meetings. Coffee, dinner, movie. There were instances when things tread dangerous territory but I've successfully managed to pull away from all the kalibugan, thank God. Also, with the frequency of my visits to gay clubs lately, I constantly find my self avoiding having eye contact with men for fear that things would go out of control. OK, a transgression was made a couple of nights back. But in all other cases, I simply danced my night to exhaustion.

PJ says I'm sort of stupid to let hedonistic opportunities go unexploited. If I do otherwise, I am not in any way violating my so-called "relationship" with the Pranses coz he and I do not have any relationship to speak of. Maybe PJ is right. Maybe this is my inner drama queen kicking in yet again.

All I really want is to look the Pranses straight in the eye when he comes back. Fuck, that Pranses better be worth all these bloody sacrifices.

We'd Always Have Angkor

The problem with taking a long trip is writing about it. It's definitely very challenging to cramp in everything that happened in a chronological order without sounding verbose and prosaic about doing this and that, seeing so and so, etc. So for this trip, I just want to instead highlight random impressions of the whole experience, and here it goes.

1.) The parts that I saw of Cambodia were dusty. Red, gray, orange, yellow dust. It permeates everything, I can even feel it between my teeth. Also, I've never seen a place so flat. Unimpeded fields and fields of rice spanning all the way to the horizon, as far as the eyes can see. Another exciting thing about Cambodia is the money. It has the riel as the official currency. But in Siem Reap, one can use the US dollar, the Thai baht, and the Cambodian riel of course. However, the currency of choice is the US dollar. All the prices in the restaurants and the convenience stores are in dollars. One time I paid for a bottle of water using Thai baht and was given some change in US dollars and riel. It couldn't be more crazy than that.


2.) Mass tourism has crept all over Siem Reap, from uber swanky hotels to rundown guesthouses. Most businesses are obviously oriented towards the tourism industry, including travel agencies, restaurants (which are surprisingly tastefully decorated by the way), bicycle rental shops, etc. Of course they could not help it coz the country's biggest attraction is found in this town, but then I could not help but wonder if the authorities could somehow manage the chaos, especially the construction boom, to maintain its quaint atmosphere.


3.) Speaking of mass tourism, one cannot avoid the tour groups. They are fucking everywhere! It does not help of course that I went during the height of the tourist season. At some point my sole concern was actually getting away from them, which seems futile because they're always looming nearby in their uniform umbrellas, noisy guides, and corny hats. When caught in the stampede of tour groups, one would be drowned in the noise of dozens of cameras clicking and the endless stream of people posing in front of a particular edifice or bass reliefs.





4.) The ruins of Angkor are definitely worth the hype. They're majestic, mesmerizing, and surreal. Angkor Wat itself was underwhelming, for some reason I have yet to figure out. But Bayon (the temple with larges Buddha faces) and Ta Phrom (famed for the huge roots hugging the ruins) are two of my most favorite sites. If walking around them in their ruined state is already a staggering experience, one can only wonder how it was during the height of their civilization.




5.) But then, one can only have enough of them ruins. My friend and I were mesmerized on the first day, trying to capture the details, oooohing and aaaahing over the intricate carvings and how the huge rocks were piled to achieve such exquisite structures. The second day was less exciting coz we felt we're quite familiar with some of the features already. But on the third day, we simply took quick visits to the ruins as they were becoming way all too monotonous... same balusters, same deities, same Buddhas, same old heaps and blocks of sandstones and whatnot. That's just us of course, and for some people their reaction might be way different... why don't we ask the tour groups?


6.) One of the best ways to see Angkor is by bicycle. While on our first day we rented a tuk-tuk coz we first visited the farther temples, on the second and last day we opted to rent bicycles instead. This is a good choice for transport coz we were able to enjoy more the scenery and take in as much of nature as we can. On the second day, we must have covered around 8 kms and roughly 15 kms on the third day. That was yet the most distance I've done on a bicycle and right now my bums hurt. The downside to riding the bicycles is that one can only move at a certain pace and therefore we covered less temples than we initially intended.

7.) The highlight of my Angkor trip is not only seeing a place I've wanted to visit all my life, but experiencing it all with perhaps one of the most wonderful persons I've ever met. Sigh.

Yun lang po. Bow.

Fun in Siam

Weekend report...

Friday evening I went out with PJ and D to watch Beowulf at Central World. The film is ok, nothing much in fact. We three campiness had a ball (pun intended) trying to take a peek at the family jewels of Beowulf while he was fighting that monster. Unfortunately, cups, swords, and columns were strategically placed to block any sighting. Damn.

After the movie, PJ and I walked all the way to Luang Suang to have some drinks at this almost-purely-Thai gay place. It was a cramped evening and all the gorgeous men were in full force. What can be more perfect than that? Strangely enough, I caught sight of my first date in Bangkok (some four months ago). He and I chatted up a bit and I heard all the usual lies. The Pranses caught up with us at the bar... and of course I could not be more than ecstatic to see him. God, who knew he's such a good dancer pala? Plus points right there.

Right before 2 a.m. the Pranses and I moved to Silom where the crowd was even thicker: money boys, sex tourists, serious clubbers, friends, lovers, muscle Marys... the whole breadth of the gay rainbow in BKK was aptly represented. The Pranses and I found a spot in the midst of the chaos. Shortly before the bar closed, we moved to a 24-hour coffee shop to chat.

Saturday afternoon I went to the Chatuchak weekend market to buy a back pack for Angkor (yipeeee!), some sandals, shirts, and a pouch. Later in the evening I went to PJ's house to watch the tepid Miss World 2007, which Miss China eventually won.

Sunday morning I had to visit the hospital for some check-up coz I was developing some nasty colds, cough, and sore throat. I'm currently taking a cocktail of medicines but at least I feel way better.

From the hospital I was off to Big C to watch Love in Siam, a film that had been getting a lot of buzz because of its gay teenage love theme. Of course I was looking forward to it but was utterly disappointed to find a really dragging story. I did not even bother to finish it. [Today I heard my two colleagues raving about the film.]

When I got home I got a call from the Pranses and we agreed to meet in Khao San Road where we eventually had some drinks. I brought him to nearby Phra Athit park where we basked in the cool (oh I love BKK's COLD weather now) river breeze and with the magnificent Rama VIII Bridge looming nearby. This was followed by dinner in a restaurant across the park.

OMG, the Pranses is something. I love our conversations, he's funny and such a genius at the same time. I swear our babies would be the next Einsteins. For some reason we started talking about the stock exchange and offshore companies. Damn, I hardly understood what he was talking about but all I needed to do was stare at his deep eyes and drool. Again, I swear our babies would have very deep eyes, accentuated with the most amazing pout on earth. And oh, he has this cute accent that is a mix of French, Thai, and Chinese. Ok, tama na. Basta.

Sigh.

Angkor, Here I Come

OMG, OMG, OMFG!!! Next week, not only am I going to see Angkor Wat and the rest of the temple complexes around Siem Reap, Cambodia for five days, but I'm also going with the Pranses. Yes, he told me last night that he is traveling with me.

God, we even haven't gotten married yet and we are already having a honeymoon!!! I need my ovaries pronto.

This is going faster than I thought and I'm more than fucking thrilled.

J'adore Lumphini Park

We actually met again. Yeah, the Pranses. He has been the only person so far who wanted to have a second meeting. I couldn't be more excited, but also quite surprised. We had early afternoon coffee, talked about our impressions of the Land of Smiles, talked about politics.

At around 2 pm we moved to Lumphini Park, which is touted as Bangkok's Central Park. I've seen the park a dozen of times but I've never went inside it until this afternoon. In the park, we went around the lakes/ponds for a few minutes until we finally chose to sit on the grass by the water, under the shade of tall trees. We talked more about travel and art, and more politics. We eventually ended up talking about being gay in Bangkok and since he had been living here for about three years now he had more than a mouthful to say about how tricky dating can be in this city. I wish I had my notebook with me so I can take notes.

For a change, I had a "date" with someone who's very intellectually stimulating. It was refreshing to meet a man who was not there just to have some mindless hook up. Of course on my part I could not resist being drawn to his very deep eyes, but the great conversation pulled me back to my senses. Until he started lying on the grass. Damn, that was completely sexy, I was this close to stealing a kiss from him. I'm a slut, I know. So I asked him to sit back up and tried avoiding his gaze from then on so I could actually focus on what we were talking about.

Slowly the sun set. Some people were releasing these small floats in the lake for the Loy Krathong Festival. On our way out we saw the full moon rising behind the tall buildings that surround the park. I've never had such a satisfying "date" with anyone... EVER.

And oh, he proposed that we take a trip to Koh Samet, an island three hours from BKK, when he comes back from Toulouse, his hometown, after the New Year. How sweet is that? But do I actually believe him? Ugh.

We agreed to meet again soon. Of course I don't count on it that much. They all say that. But for what the afternoon in the park was worth, I had a great time.

Lust, Lust

Ang Lee's latest masterpiece, Lust, Caution, finally opened in Bangkok yesterday. And it's about time coz I've been waiting for the film for the longest time now.

I love, love, love it. Where do I start? Well, the first thing that really captured me was the actress Wei Tang, who sustained a cunning portrayal of a woman torn apart by her political views and, well, her lust. She just ensnared me. That bitch can have a million expressions on her face ALL AT THE SAME TIME! Divine, divine. Tony Leung delivered the goods of course, ditto for Joan Chen. The gorgeous Lee-Hom Wang however was a distraction. I did not see in him the passion that supposedly possesses revolutionaries. Meanwhile, the costume was resplendent - cheongsams, coats, suits and all.

The big disappointment of the evening however is how the movie's sex scenes were completely carved out of the film. And it's one aspect of the movie that really created a lot buzz ha. But dahling, I did not even see a fucking nipple, either male or female! Censorship, I don't get it.

Anyhoot, I still loved the film even if it dragged on for what seemed like three hours, even if the hadahan was cut, even if I would have loved to see Lee-Hom Wang naked.

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Lookie, lookie, I finally got a pair of skinny jeans last night. Oh my, I've long lusted for skinny jeans, which are widely, and I mean fucking widely, worn by Thai men. While waiting for the film screening, I walked around the shopping mecca of Siam Square and I landed in this tiny booth that had those irresistible skinny jeans. I know, it was an impulsive purchase, a thing I hardly do. But I could not resist it. It was divine, it was cheap (only 600 baht or 830 pesos, and the average price in most stores is over 1,000 baht), so I simply I had to buy the pair.

I'm soooo going to blend in with those gawgeous Thai men now, no?

Please tell me it's bagay.


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And oh, I finally met the daddy of my kids last night. I swear I'd move mountains to have his babies pronto. We watched the film together but since it ended rather close to midnight we only chatted a bit. It was such an innocuous "date", if I can call it as such. But it definitely holds some promise (drama queen kicking in).

Oh shit, somebody please teach me how to say I want your babies now in French.