21 September just passed and I also just turned...erm...another year older. I offered food to a monk of my way to work and made a birthday wish. Tons of people sent me bithday wishes which I really appreciated. It's good to know that your friends still think of you, you know. Now, since I have a big plan to do something different, I decided to go to Soi Cowboy (The famous Red-light District of Bangkok) to celebrate my birthday.
At first I wasn't taking seriously because I was hoping that someone might be available to go out and have dinner or drinks with me. Unfortunately, the Best Guyfriend was busy. I received a happy birthday message from The Guy I Don't Want To Mention, so out of my desperation, I asked if he wanted to meet up. Well, he said he was busy, which I was kinda glad to be honest. If we were to meet up, I was pretty sure that he would want to **** me afterwards. I was actually quite done with being his booty call, so it was better that we didn't.
Anyway, I was considering wandering around in Soi Cowboy alone for the heck of it, when an MSN conversation window poped up on my computer screen with a really cute happy birthday message. It was from Design Teacher. I only know him for like 4 months, but he is a pretty cool guy and has a very pleasant personality. He asked if I had any special plan to celebrate my birthday. I said no and made a note in my mind that I might be lucky. So, I chatted with him a bit longer before asking if he was free to go out with me since I still didn't have a plan. He said he had no problem with it and asked what I wanted to do. After giving myself a little bit of time to think it through, I told him that it would be great to have him accompany me to Soi Cowboy. I had been wanting to do something out of ordinary. This would be a good chance. He was surprised, but agreed to come along since it was my birthday afterall.
We met up at the Exit 2 of Sukhumvit MRT station at around 7.30 pm. I was in my office clothes because I came straight from work. Design Teacher said he had been there only twice but would try his best to be keep me company. OK, here's my confession: I've never been to Soi Cowboy before. I didn't even know that this kind of place ever exist until a several weeks ago. As I walked with Design Teacher into the soi, I felt as if I was entering another world. I saw many foreigners and girls with only a few inches of clothes walking around. There were also tons of neon-light signs of the go-go bars. "OMG! What the heck am I doing here!?" I screamed inside my head. I felt really awkward seeing those almost-naked girls walking up and down the street, but I was determined to enjoy the scenery to the best of my ability, so I just kept walking and observing.
The first bar we went to was "Baccara". Geez, I just love the attention I got when I first walked in. I sensed that many pairs of eyes captured me with curiosity for a moment. I was pretty sure that they were wondering what the heck I was here for. I would imagine that a young girl in a proper outfit was considered to be quite a misfit in this red-light district. Anyway, we sat down, ordered drinks and looked at girls dancing. The bar has two floors. The ground floor has a well-lit dancing stage. The girls dancing there wear a bikini top combined with a very very short skirt. On the second floor, I saw girls wearing 'schoolgirl' outfit, dancing on a transparent floor without panties!!! Design Teacher probably noticed the weird expression on my face, so he asked me what I thought of the experience so far. I could only smile awkwardly and replied him that it was very interesting. We sat, drank and talked for a little while, then I noticed that some of the girls on the second floor began to dance topless as well as pantyless!!! OMG!...But it was kinda funny that I became desensitized to nudity pretty quick. It was getting boring after half an hour, so we decided to explore other bars.
The second bar called "Tilac". Design Teacher said it was pretty well-known. It was full of girls wearing bikini and short-short skirt again. The only difference was that girls used your table as their stage. We picked a table to sit and ordered drinks. I looked up at one of the two girls dancing on our table and gave her a friendly smile. She looked back rather oddly and immediately tried to pull her tiny skirt to cover her 'private part'. OK...I was pretty sure that she had been in this profession for quite a while. I didn't see why she even cared who looked at her in this kind of place. I got bored after a short period of time. I was expecting something more exotic, not just girls dancing unenthusiacticly in bikinis. Yep, it was time to move again.
The third bar, the last one of the night, was 'Lucky Star' (aka. 'Long Gun'). I must say that this place was the jackpot of my night. The girls there were great. They danced more enthusiacticly to entertain customers. Also, they put on several interesting shows on stage. It was the first time that I saw strip dance live on stage, not in Hollywood movies! I drank a couple more glasses of Whisky and got a bit tipsy. Design Teacher asked me again what I thought of the experience. This time, I told him that it was fun and that I began to enjoy being bad a little. He smiled and said something that I felt it to be a bit personal. Was he trying to flirt with me? Hmm...maybe I just think too much. Design Teacher is kinda cute though. Nah...I'd rather befriend with him. I don't want to lose a friend just because of my reckless action. Anyway, it was almost 11 pm when I suggested that we left since both of us had work to do the next morning. He sent me to a cab, and we wished each other goodnight.
The last event of the night would be that my sister gave me my birthday present when I got home. Very nice of her. It's good to have a family.
Hehe...being bad is getting more and more entertaining.
วันอังคารที่ 22 กันยายน พ.ศ. 2552
วันศุกร์ที่ 18 กันยายน พ.ศ. 2552
The Plain Jane in Singapore (One Night Only)
As my birthday (21st September) is approaching, the feeling that this year will be a good year is getting stroger and stronger, for there have been several good things happened as a pre-celebration already. What I'm about to tell you is, in my opinion, a part of the pre-celebration -- my business trip in Singapore. It's a 24-hour journey filled with fun and surprises. I will not to go into every detail though. If I do, it will be a long story and I'm quite lazy at the moment. So, I'll just cut out most of the side events and focus mainly on the business part, since it, after all, was a business trip...haha.
My boss were to have a meeting with our client in Singapore on Thursday, so he decided to take me with him. I was very nervous because I imagined that it would be a very important meeting or else he wouldn't pay extra to take me. All I could do was keeping my fingers cross that I wouldn't screw up or anything.
After spending the whole Thursday morning on travelling and getting settled in Singapore, in the afternoon, my boss and I went to see our client at the Marina Bay construction site (our compamy deals with designing the facade of buildings). The boss told me not to worry if I didn't understand anything. He would brief it to me later if there was anything important. Err...oh well, even though he said so, I was determined to try my best. So, I tried to listen attentively and made note. Unfortunately, my boss was right. I was completely lost in the discussion after 20 minutes when they started talking about loose vents (huh?), JIGS system (what?), adding pieces here and there (ok...where exactly?), etc, ect. If my brain was a computer, you can be sure to see the error messages popping up all over the screen, then smoke and sparks come out, and finally, the poor machine went dead. Honestly, the meeting was the most cruel and unusual torment I had ever had to participate in a while. However, on a brighter note, before I lost control of myself and fell asleep, my boss asked me to call the guys at our office in Thailand to check details of our work. So, I had my moment to shine as his personal translator there (eventually)
It was around 5.30 pm. when we eventually made it back to the hotel. The boss asked if I had any plan for the evening. If not, I was welcome to hang out with him. Err...as much as I wanted to have someone to keep me company for such an opportunity like this, being with my boss wasn't quite what I had in my mind. Therefore, I decided to call a friend of a friend whom I met only once at a party. She's a Thai who just moved to Singapore not very long ago. She happened to find out that I would be in Singapore for the night, so she gave me her phone number just in case I wanted to go out with her. We met up at a metro station, and joined her friends for dinner. After that, her friend was so kind to drop me off at the tourist attraction, so I could walk around and take pictures with the Merlion.
So, that's it for my Singapore trip. As I said, I left out many side events to keep this blog as short as possible. I thought of writing a complete version of this trip before changing my mind and come up with the summary version instead. What a lazy bum I am...
My boss were to have a meeting with our client in Singapore on Thursday, so he decided to take me with him. I was very nervous because I imagined that it would be a very important meeting or else he wouldn't pay extra to take me. All I could do was keeping my fingers cross that I wouldn't screw up or anything.
After spending the whole Thursday morning on travelling and getting settled in Singapore, in the afternoon, my boss and I went to see our client at the Marina Bay construction site (our compamy deals with designing the facade of buildings). The boss told me not to worry if I didn't understand anything. He would brief it to me later if there was anything important. Err...oh well, even though he said so, I was determined to try my best. So, I tried to listen attentively and made note. Unfortunately, my boss was right. I was completely lost in the discussion after 20 minutes when they started talking about loose vents (huh?), JIGS system (what?), adding pieces here and there (ok...where exactly?), etc, ect. If my brain was a computer, you can be sure to see the error messages popping up all over the screen, then smoke and sparks come out, and finally, the poor machine went dead. Honestly, the meeting was the most cruel and unusual torment I had ever had to participate in a while. However, on a brighter note, before I lost control of myself and fell asleep, my boss asked me to call the guys at our office in Thailand to check details of our work. So, I had my moment to shine as his personal translator there (eventually)
It was around 5.30 pm. when we eventually made it back to the hotel. The boss asked if I had any plan for the evening. If not, I was welcome to hang out with him. Err...as much as I wanted to have someone to keep me company for such an opportunity like this, being with my boss wasn't quite what I had in my mind. Therefore, I decided to call a friend of a friend whom I met only once at a party. She's a Thai who just moved to Singapore not very long ago. She happened to find out that I would be in Singapore for the night, so she gave me her phone number just in case I wanted to go out with her. We met up at a metro station, and joined her friends for dinner. After that, her friend was so kind to drop me off at the tourist attraction, so I could walk around and take pictures with the Merlion.
So, that's it for my Singapore trip. As I said, I left out many side events to keep this blog as short as possible. I thought of writing a complete version of this trip before changing my mind and come up with the summary version instead. What a lazy bum I am...
วันจันทร์ที่ 14 กันยายน พ.ศ. 2552
A Little Compliment Goes a Long Way
I used to have pretty low self-esteem when I was a teenager. People had made fun of my skin color a lot since I was a pre-teen. They used to call me "black", althought my skin wasn't even half as dark as Africans. When I was 14, I had to wear braces for almost 3 years, and yeah, they made fun of that too. Also, the fact that my 2 womanly bums seemed to stop at barely A Cup size made things even worse. Luckily, my family and relatives were very supportive in reminding me that looks is not everything and that I'm very far from being ugly.
It took me a while to build up my self-confidence and self-esteem. Thanks to Professor who introduced my to English Debate Club and English Drama Club. He helped me realize that beauty is nothing without brain. Since then, I always give compliments to myself as a way to support my own mentality. I stop relying on someone to tell me that I'm pretty. I believe; therefore, I am. However, it feels really great to receive compliments from other people though.
Last Saturday, I went shopping with my younger sister at Siam Paragon. She wanted to buy a new pair of sandals. We were waiting for a salelady to process the purchase, so I looked at other shoes to kill time. I was holding up a high-heel and excitedly calling for my sister to look at it when a man, an Italian I guess, who happened to walk by stopped in front of me and said "Let me see that again."
I was puzzled for a few seconds and thought that he wanted to see the shoe I was holding. I showed it to him . He smiled and said, "No, I want to see your smile"
Well, I couldn't help myself smiling back at him. Then he said "Very nice" and was back on his way.
Yes, that's it for the whole story. No small talk or exchanging phone numbers. Nothing thrilling in this entry. Hey, it's a blog of The Plain Jane. What do you expect? Still, what the man said kinda made my day, you know. I'm not the kind of girl who fetch for compliments, so it's really special when people randomly offer it to me.
It took me a while to build up my self-confidence and self-esteem. Thanks to Professor who introduced my to English Debate Club and English Drama Club. He helped me realize that beauty is nothing without brain. Since then, I always give compliments to myself as a way to support my own mentality. I stop relying on someone to tell me that I'm pretty. I believe; therefore, I am. However, it feels really great to receive compliments from other people though.
Last Saturday, I went shopping with my younger sister at Siam Paragon. She wanted to buy a new pair of sandals. We were waiting for a salelady to process the purchase, so I looked at other shoes to kill time. I was holding up a high-heel and excitedly calling for my sister to look at it when a man, an Italian I guess, who happened to walk by stopped in front of me and said "Let me see that again."
I was puzzled for a few seconds and thought that he wanted to see the shoe I was holding. I showed it to him . He smiled and said, "No, I want to see your smile"
Well, I couldn't help myself smiling back at him. Then he said "Very nice" and was back on his way.
Yes, that's it for the whole story. No small talk or exchanging phone numbers. Nothing thrilling in this entry. Hey, it's a blog of The Plain Jane. What do you expect? Still, what the man said kinda made my day, you know. I'm not the kind of girl who fetch for compliments, so it's really special when people randomly offer it to me.
วันพุธที่ 9 กันยายน พ.ศ. 2552
The Plain Jane in the Theater Club
Refering to the last entry where I told you that I would find a club to join so I had a place to socialize properly, I did so last Thursday night, thanks to Professor, a friend who never fails to give me good advices and weird words of encouragement/compliment.
I went to a community drama club by Professor's suggestion. Since Professor is an English man and we agreed that I should associate with native English speakers to practice my language skill as much as possible, I knew for a fact that most of the members of the club were probably foreigners. Still, what I didn't know though was that the club meeting place would be a high-standard-looking clubhouse in the middle of Bangkok. For moments there, I felt as if I was Jenny Humphey from Gossip Girl (you can google her, if you'd like). I walked in a room, feeling a bit stiff, but the members greeted me welcomely. That made things better. I applied for a membership and stayed for a group activity. It went quite well. I was kinda nervous to have conversation with strangers, but most of them were really nice and friendly. One of them convinced me to join an audition on Sunday for their up-coming musical performance. I'm not a good singer, but I agreed to go to the audition to meet people and for a laugh.
And it was a big laugh for me indeed. On Sunday, I sang off key, acted nervously and misread my lines. It had been awhile since I had to do something in front of people, so it was kinda awkward there. Plus I didn't concentrate on rehearsing my song and lines enough. I spent most of the audition time chatting up people and making acquaintances. Of course, I wasn't chosen to be in the play, but I told the team that I enjoyed the exerience anyway and would love to help in other areas instead. They like great and said they would assigned me as a Front of House Manager. Haha...right, a manager. I'm not much into titles that imply power and authority, but hey, I did volunteer myself didn't I? Well, I'll just have to do my best to go with it.
After completely digesting the notion that I'm actually going to be the one in charge, I made a random rant to Professor about the new title I accidently landed myself on after only 4 days in the club. He told me about the general duty of Front of House manager and said that they gave me the title probably becasue they saw what he saw in me -- a charming bitch who can get her way. There, let me repeat it again -- "A Charming Bitch Who Can Get Her Way". I got to give him credits there. Such a way to leave an impact in one's mind. Until now, I'm still not sure if I should be glad or mad to receive this compliment. I mean you have to possess some bitchy qualities to be a bad girl. Still, I didn't expect to be called like that by a friend I've known for a long time. Have I been a bitch but never realized it? If that's the case, the mission of turning myself to a bad girl would much easier.
So, yup, one mission accomplished. I got myself a club to join. Now, I have to work on my interpersonal skills with strangers and my Bangkok night life exploration. This is getting more fun as it goes.
I went to a community drama club by Professor's suggestion. Since Professor is an English man and we agreed that I should associate with native English speakers to practice my language skill as much as possible, I knew for a fact that most of the members of the club were probably foreigners. Still, what I didn't know though was that the club meeting place would be a high-standard-looking clubhouse in the middle of Bangkok. For moments there, I felt as if I was Jenny Humphey from Gossip Girl (you can google her, if you'd like). I walked in a room, feeling a bit stiff, but the members greeted me welcomely. That made things better. I applied for a membership and stayed for a group activity. It went quite well. I was kinda nervous to have conversation with strangers, but most of them were really nice and friendly. One of them convinced me to join an audition on Sunday for their up-coming musical performance. I'm not a good singer, but I agreed to go to the audition to meet people and for a laugh.
And it was a big laugh for me indeed. On Sunday, I sang off key, acted nervously and misread my lines. It had been awhile since I had to do something in front of people, so it was kinda awkward there. Plus I didn't concentrate on rehearsing my song and lines enough. I spent most of the audition time chatting up people and making acquaintances. Of course, I wasn't chosen to be in the play, but I told the team that I enjoyed the exerience anyway and would love to help in other areas instead. They like great and said they would assigned me as a Front of House Manager. Haha...right, a manager. I'm not much into titles that imply power and authority, but hey, I did volunteer myself didn't I? Well, I'll just have to do my best to go with it.
After completely digesting the notion that I'm actually going to be the one in charge, I made a random rant to Professor about the new title I accidently landed myself on after only 4 days in the club. He told me about the general duty of Front of House manager and said that they gave me the title probably becasue they saw what he saw in me -- a charming bitch who can get her way. There, let me repeat it again -- "A Charming Bitch Who Can Get Her Way". I got to give him credits there. Such a way to leave an impact in one's mind. Until now, I'm still not sure if I should be glad or mad to receive this compliment. I mean you have to possess some bitchy qualities to be a bad girl. Still, I didn't expect to be called like that by a friend I've known for a long time. Have I been a bitch but never realized it? If that's the case, the mission of turning myself to a bad girl would much easier.
So, yup, one mission accomplished. I got myself a club to join. Now, I have to work on my interpersonal skills with strangers and my Bangkok night life exploration. This is getting more fun as it goes.
วันจันทร์ที่ 7 กันยายน พ.ศ. 2552
Changing Lifestyle: The First Attempt
I finally made the first move on changing my lifestyle. It wasn't much, but it should be a good way to start. I'll just have to repeat to myself "one step at the time, one step at the time..."
I went out to a club by myself last Wednesday night! No, no, don't go rolling your eyes just yet. This was my first attempt ever to modify my lifestyle. Not that I had never went to a club before in my life. I've been to clubs several times and love it. But, I only went there if someone went with me. So, after 4 months of not being able to persuade friends to go out with me, I decided to venture out there myself. I was so lucky to find out that night one of the popular places in Sukhumvit area, Bed and Supper Club, allowed ladies to enter with entrance fee. I saw that it might be a good start, so I went there in casual gears for party at 10 pm.
If you are expecting to read some crazy story like 'good girl gone wild' kinda thing, I must disappoint you. I just stood at the bar, had a couple drinks, dance by myself a bit, and left at 11.30 pm. Sober. I had to work the next morning, folks. My sense of responsibility and my shyness still got the best of me. Sorry.
What I'd like to elaborate on the incident, thought, is that most of the people there looking so damn good. I once talked to 'He whose name I don't want to mention' about the club and he told me that this club wasn't that great in his opinion because it was usually full of posers. However, he didn't mention that many of them were hot posers! I think I fell in lust at first sight (I'm a non-believer to love at first sight) like ten times within one and a half hour I spent there. There was also a nice-looking guy standing next to me for a long time and he came alone. I didn't talk to him thought. I'm no good with starting a conversation with strangers. So, all I could do was admiring him quietly. Yep, there goes, I must work on my communication skills.
In all, I need to do things differently.
1. Explore the night life on BKK. Maybe go back to that club again to look at those hot posers ;p
2. Find a way to cure my stranger-phobia. Just in case, any cute available guy happens to stand next to me again (Note: my love life has been stale for 2 years now. Major Change needed ASAP)
3. Join an activity club. So, I can socialize more and be more busy.
I did join a theatre club last Thursday. So, one mission completed. I'll tell you more about it in my next entry.
I went out to a club by myself last Wednesday night! No, no, don't go rolling your eyes just yet. This was my first attempt ever to modify my lifestyle. Not that I had never went to a club before in my life. I've been to clubs several times and love it. But, I only went there if someone went with me. So, after 4 months of not being able to persuade friends to go out with me, I decided to venture out there myself. I was so lucky to find out that night one of the popular places in Sukhumvit area, Bed and Supper Club, allowed ladies to enter with entrance fee. I saw that it might be a good start, so I went there in casual gears for party at 10 pm.
If you are expecting to read some crazy story like 'good girl gone wild' kinda thing, I must disappoint you. I just stood at the bar, had a couple drinks, dance by myself a bit, and left at 11.30 pm. Sober. I had to work the next morning, folks. My sense of responsibility and my shyness still got the best of me. Sorry.
What I'd like to elaborate on the incident, thought, is that most of the people there looking so damn good. I once talked to 'He whose name I don't want to mention' about the club and he told me that this club wasn't that great in his opinion because it was usually full of posers. However, he didn't mention that many of them were hot posers! I think I fell in lust at first sight (I'm a non-believer to love at first sight) like ten times within one and a half hour I spent there. There was also a nice-looking guy standing next to me for a long time and he came alone. I didn't talk to him thought. I'm no good with starting a conversation with strangers. So, all I could do was admiring him quietly. Yep, there goes, I must work on my communication skills.
In all, I need to do things differently.
1. Explore the night life on BKK. Maybe go back to that club again to look at those hot posers ;p
2. Find a way to cure my stranger-phobia. Just in case, any cute available guy happens to stand next to me again (Note: my love life has been stale for 2 years now. Major Change needed ASAP)
3. Join an activity club. So, I can socialize more and be more busy.
I did join a theatre club last Thursday. So, one mission completed. I'll tell you more about it in my next entry.
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