Molly & Me

I know this might not come across as something I should be sharing with everyone of you readers as if it’s a good thing but it’s just something to put into record. I’m not that much of a risker but that has not stopped me from having that ‘I would try everything once’ attitude. Apart from stupid things like phone game apps or toy collection, I am not that much of an addictive person.

Having my trusted friend with me on a Friday night tonight, I decided to pop some pills with him. I have never done any pills before in my life. Well, I’ve done the one where my friend melt over a spoon to smoke it with a bong which does not allow me to sleep; like I’ve said, it didn’t get me addicted either. Did it once and that was it. So, getting back to today, I just wanna find out what it’s like to feel like these other pill poppers in clubs. It seems like there is this trend for this new culture of people who likes to enjoy bopping their heads in EDM festivals with some chemicals inside of them.

Without checking what it was, I just trusted my friend while he and I both popped a pill each before we entered the gay club, Arq. Another thing about me and drugs/pills is how it does not really affect me much, apart from LSD, although I have to admit I was still myself even on that. So, when I did weed with my buddies in Myanmar, they would be laughing their asses off. I would be laughing at some point but the most non-common thing that I had ever done on weed was converse non-step about how science is proportional to religion and stuffs like that.

It was a great night actually but the effect was not that noticeable. I did notice I was dancing so much. Kept dancing and dancing. I was friendlier to people. I had more confidence in approaching people but this was not really unlike me since I am a social person. But it was more like I did not give a fuck about what others think. I was dancing with others and for some reason, the other people seems so friendly and the music was just so good. I had no idea what they were playing but it felt good and I was just so on top there. I kept drinking and drinking with my friend and it felt like one of those ‘hot shot’ nights where everything just seemed so right.

But to be honest, I was aware of everything. It was not like I was drunk. I enjoyed every minute of it. I remembered most of it although I was pretty curious if there were any time that I was not myself and I had slipped to somewhere else without knowing. My friend told me I seemed just happy and fine. It was a good night and that’s all I remembered. If I had to pinpoint the bad thing about this was the fact that I chewed my inner cheeks a lot. I asked my friend what the game was and it was Molly!

Like I’ve said, I’m positively sure I will not get addicted and I would not stop anyone from doing it if only they would promise that this will not be a habit. It’s a risk to be honest. So, take it only if you can win over your mind like me. For me, it’s a tick off my bucket list and it’s nothing more. I might do it again but not on a regular basis or not enough to waste my life away.


UnSpice Up Your Life

Before anybody jumps to any conclusion after reading three paragraphs into this blog entry, please hear me out when I say that there is no bad intentions and this blog entry is not a hate entry, nor it is a personal diss to any nationality or race. If it should bother anyone of you, you can stop reading my blog posts but let me assure you one more time that there is no hatred nor bad point of view on any races from my end, although it might sound like it. Please do not read between the lines and just know that this is something I am sharing with you from my own personal experience.

Indian food is something I crave for and love. I also love Indian culture and some Hindi movies are worth the watch, for both their cultural slapstick comedic guilty pleasure or their artistic concepts. I do have a lot of Indian friends too and I am never to shun away any hot Indian boys. And by Indians, I meant to include all Bangladeshis, Sri Lankans, Indians and Pakistanis. It’s not like I am stereotyping them as one would to Chinesees, Japanesees and Koreans but I am only putting them in a group because I have been friends with people from these four countries and all of them LOVE Hindi films and Hindi music or Bollywood films. And honestly, their food use heavy dosage of masala or these heavy scented herbs or spice.


As much as I love these heavy scented herbs and spice on food, I do not really like it when it lingers around a person’s body. Now, this does not mean I would run away from people who has this funky post-herb-and-spice-dietary scents. I do have friends who whiffs this certain funk of a smell from miles away that would itch my nose but it will never stop me from hugging them or sitting next to them. However, when it comes to being super intimate, as in having sex or sharing a bed naked, with someone with the funky whiff, I prefer not to! So, I do love these smell on food but not on a human being as an aftermath of heavy dosage of these heavily scented spice and herbs.

Skin tone and color have different scents on a human being and I’m aware of this because I have worked for a fragrance company before. However, I do not believe that people are born with a stink. In fact, I even experimented this where I would eat these heavily scented herbs and spices for a week. And ALAS! I started to sweat this funky aftermath of a whiff on my skin. So, rest assured and proven from my experience, it is DEFINITELY the food and not the skin of a person.

When it comes to getting intimate with a guy in bed, I do not expect them to bathe themselves in Christian Dior Eau de parfum, although that would be ideal, and I can deal with minor odor. There is this body odor, which gets cuter as one indulges themselves into a heavy commitment. When you have lyrics like “your bedsheet smells like you”, you do know for sure that people are still attracted to people’s natural skin odor. I do not mind kissing smokers, nor waking up to kiss someone with the morning breath. However, when it comes to this heavy herb and spice odor, I really cannot bear it. I cannot get a turn on and I cannot focus on the sex.

I was at Palms tonight. It was supposed to be my fat weekend and I did not really dress much but I just put on a funky fedora, white T shirt and those pants that reveal the ankle of my low-cut socks hiding trendy formal shoes. Plain and simple yet a bit trendy, I was heavily relying on what I wear but not expecting people to swarm around me since I was feeling a bit obese this weekend. However, to my surprise, I had this cute guy who kept dancing with me.

He kept hugging me from the back and touching me in places on the dancefloor. I checked him out and I could see he was a dark skinned South Asian cutie. His body was just the type I like. Not muscled, not lean but just right. I love the way he man-handled me as well. I like it when men touch me without having to be flaky or freaky. There was just ONE THING. He smelled! It was not a stink and it was not a bad odor. It was not even a body odor but it was that aftermath of the trace of heavily-consumed South Asian herb and spice. I just got totally turned off and I tried my very best to be polite with shoving him off.

Fortunately, as I was sitting on the table, watching my friends dance on the dance floor, a salt and pepper facial hairy guy checked me out and we started talking. He thought I was good looking and I thought he was super cute. I knew he was older than me but he asked me why I would be interested in someone who is 42 years old. I told him I was 36 and that he would still be six when I was born. Calling him a daddy would not be right and I told him age has never been a bother. So, for the first time in a very long while, I picked up a phone number from a gay pub. I would’ve followed him home but he was working the next day. So, I took his phone number. We made out. He was a good kisser and he had the breath of a spearmint in his mouth. I even felt bad that I had a huge after taste of Coopers in my mouth.


In my convenience, I do not really have to feel bad for feeling the need to reject the spicy man. He saw me kissing SaltNPepa and I’m sure he got the gist. So, folks, as I have mentioned, it’s just my preference. I am not saying anything is right, nor wrong. It’s just my huge preference to have these spice on something I could chew and swallow and I am sure no men would appreciate being chewed on as well. And as for SaltNPepa, I gotta see if I will meet him again soon!

Non Play-Tonic

This has happened to me before and I cannot put a finger on it but I think I have a fear of being in a group. I do not mind crowds and people has said how much of an extrovert I am, although I beg to differ. However, I do not really like a ‘village’. What do I mean by ‘village’? It is just a group of people, more than five members, that could get supertight until things just revolve around each other. Nothing productive comes out of it and as much as there is a good sign of friendship among the group, it does ignite a spark of drama amongst the members.

Instead of going out last night to Arq, which I would normally do on a Friday to end up waking up with a bad hangover on the next Saturday morning, I woke up today to a sober Saturday morning with the pleasant notion that I am going to enjoy my day. I was meeting my bro-from-another-mo, BroJ00, a bisexual friend who I’ve met from Tinder and with whom the friendship has become more awesome and interesting given both of us have this awesome appreciation for “How I Met Your Mother”.

I took my friend to this place called MasterBowl in Chinatown. It’s this place where you tick all these things on a check list and all of these would be friend in a huge bowl with chilli; you can also choose your own chilli level. The cool thing about going out with this friend of mine to this type of restaurant is the fact that we both do not give a shit about what we pick but we just tick whatever we want. It ended up costing $96.00. From black fungus to duck’s gizzard, we just order whatever we think sounds delicious. It was worth it to be honest since we both ended up taking some leftover home. Before I blog on, you would appreciate the 96 dollars worth of food when the food looks as good as this.


BroJ00 and I were supposed to go see a movie after our lunch but we ended up walking around town. Sydney was celebrating Chinese New Year and it was worth walking around town looking at pop-up ambience decors. My friend then took me to this bar he once stumbled into tipsy. It was called The Republic and I have to admit it was a pretty good change to just have a seat in a straight bar, sipping on cool beer on a cruel cruel day.

So, the plan afterwards was to meet up with another friend of mine, who has the same name as one of the auditoriums in my uni back in my uni years. Now, this friend, MrAuditorium, is a guy I got to know from “Are You Interested” Facebook application years ago. We added each other on Facebook without having met since I was in Myanmar and he was in Australia. When I got back here, we met up but I was with my ex back then. So, nothing happened but for some reason, I feel pretty close to him. Although I am not too sure he would be my type, I do have a thing for him. It’s true what they say! Personalities do attract after all.

MrAuditorium does not really live in Sydney but he is currently taking sign language course, where he would have to come to Sydney once every week. I took him out for dinner, followed by a night out at Palms, another one of my favorite gay venues on Oxford Street. It was so good to see him again. This time around, I am single but to be honest, it kinda makes things a wee bit awkward. I did not know if I were supposed to do anything with him or expect anything with him.

Even though I really enjoy being out with MrAuditorium tonight, it was not really a good idea to tkae him to a gay venue. And it was also bad timing how there seemed to be a lot of good looking guys at Palms. Not only were there good looking guys but a few of them kinda made eye contact with me or smiled at me. I know I do not owe my friend any explanation and I could’ve just flirted with these guys but given I also flirt with this friend of mine and I was taking him out, I felt a bit guilty to be flirting with others.

BroJ00 joined us as well. He was worried he would be a third wheel to me and my friend. But, to be honest, I was glad he was there. I do not know how to explain it. BroJ00 and I always have good time when we go out. There was nothing awkward between us and it was just pure friendship. Whereas with MrAuditorium, I cannot really be myself around him since I do not really know whether I was playing a platonic card or the flirt cards with him.

Given MrAuditorium has an early class the next day, I had to leave Palms early at 1am. BroJ000 left as well, a bit disappointed the pub did not play his favorite La Bouche’s song. As much as I would like to stay on and flirt with those hot guys, I was glad I went home early. Given I could not get myself to be able to flirt with other guys while I have my other flirt-friend out with me, it was a bit of a suffer to just stand there and do nothing with these hot guys.

Serial Pick-Up Hunter

jan25-1It has been a while since I last went to Oxford Street, especially to those gay venues as part of my social life. Pubs and clubs on Oxford Street used to be my Friday ‘to go to’s but it has been a while since I last went to them. Mainly because I do not have any reasons to and it’s getting a bit too repetitive anyways. But, once in a while, it ain’t bad. Especially on a week day night before a holiday.

Tomorrow being an Australian Day, I was more than excited to go out tonight since it has been a while since I have last gone out. Two of my close friends came with me and it felt great to be out with them once again. So, once again, we were all at Stonewall, my favorite gay pub in Sydney. Well, I do like the other ones too but I seem to go to Stonewall a lot more than the others.

So, it was a malebox night at Stonewall. If you do not know what a malebox is, it’s when people coming in the pub needs to take a sticker each, that has numbers on it ans stick it on them. There are empty papers around the pubs, with pen. What you can do is to write a message to your favorite number. There’s a “to”, which is the number of the guy you want to pass your message to and a “from”, which is your number. I am not so sure if anyone takes it seriously but my friend and I ended up writing really bad one liners to random numbers.

I met RBF (Resting Bitch Face) there at Stonewall. RBF and I go way back. During my uni years in Sydney, I would always see him in clubs or pubs. He’s around six years older than me and he and I would always flirt but we have never picked up before. With a resting bitch face, I would feel a bit scared to communicate with him. Upon coming back here, I bumped into him and I’ve chatted to him on Grindr. It so turned out that he was into me and we decided we should meet up for sex at some point. I thought tonight could have been the night but something really turned me off about him tonight.

As I’ve mentioned, I was there with two friends. One had 711 as his number and the other one had another number, which I’ve forgotten. The other friend and I started writing a message for 711 just to tease him. With a number like that, it was just too easy to come up with something cheeky. “Can your legs stay open twenty four hours a day?” Too easy!

Oh! I’ve forgotten to mention how these messages are retrieved. These messages are placed inside this red mailbox on the stage at the corner of the pub where drag queens usually perform. The staffs in the pub would take round collecting these messages and upon retrieving them, they would write down these numbers and these numbers will be shown on the huge TV screen in the middle of the pub. If you see your number, you can go take the messages addressed to you.

The number 711 appeared twice on the screen. My other friend and I were sure one of them was ours and we were really curious about the other message. Funnily and ironically enough, none of them was from us. One of them was from some number (my 711 friend was getting lucky tonight I guess) and the other one was from a number I know of and it was from RBF.

I do not have any jealous bones in my body and I do not own RBF to be able to stop him from perving at others. However, the whole night, RBF has been rubbing my ass and groping my crotch and pressing me towards him, to which I did not mind; there was even one point where I thought I would get lucky with him tonight. So, when I found out that one of these messages was from RBF, I felt a bit disgusted.

Correct me if I’m wrong but I do not want to go home with a guy who’s been groping me all night, only to find out he’s been simultaneously sending ‘pick up’ messages to the friend I came to the bar with. If he had not been groping me or giving me signals, I would not have minded if RBF has sent my 711 the message. But yeah, I lost interest and I did not want to go home with him anymore.

I lost RBF halfway through the night and he wrote to me on Grindr “Thanks” and “whatever”. I do not know what those two were for. I asked him if he was ok, to which he said yes. So, giving the benefit of the doubt, I dodged continuing the chat and just ignored him. Now, I’m not even too sure I would go home with RBF in the future.