The long weekend is most unfortunately over.

Sigh...

the shite thing about holidays are the end of it all, when you pack your bags, heavy with shopping you paid for with money meant for your rent for the next couple of weeks. Money you really shouldn't have spent and the weight of the luggage makes your back feel like its about to snap like a toothpick. But most of all, you feel the weight of the impending drudgery you will face once getting back. The piles of laundry, other household chores, work, colleagues, my once beloved routine, leaving my cousins behind. I dread all of them.

I feel restless.

I get back to Sydney and I feel like I should go out and do something. Not waste the what's left of the public holiday. It is afterall only 2:30 pm when I land.

In the end, I stay home and decided to pen down my thoughts over this long weekend.

I swear, if people stop blogging, msn, random internet surfing and put the time to productive use, we could probably seriously enhance the economy of one if not a few third world countries.

anyway, i digress...

1. hen's night

Hen's night wasn't too exciting. As expected. I hope it's because of the generation gap of the hen's night participants and myself. My idea of fun is certainly not sitting in some dim lit pub, answering silly questions and drinking because i've gotten them wrong and then going home.

in my own defense, I tried to get the party to liven up a little. the idea was that jean had to fulfil some assigned tasks. the first and only one we managed was that she should find a random guy, tell him that there was a group of horny women who wanted a mass orgy with only one guy and that he was the lucky one, convince him to follow her back to our table and then make him buy her a drink.

as luck would have it, all the cute guys in the room were in groups with other girls. not wanting to step on anyone'e toes, we left those alone. only the creeps and the impecabbly dressed faggots (obviously) were either standing alone nursing their beers or in all-male groups.

anyway, let's make this short. jean settled for a creepy guy who seemed to be high on some substance. when he found out jean was getting married the next day, he agreed to buy her a drink on condition i give him a kiss.

although i was feeling a little wild that night (anything to liven up a party), i wasn't sure if I was about to disappoint my boyfriend with someone that wasn't (in my books) attractive at all. Plus, his apparent altered state of consciousness was quite unsettling and he had a side kick that reminded me of the undertaker cum baby huey, ie, curly oily looking hair with a demeanor of someone slightly retarded.

after persisting for what felt like a lifetime, mr creepy gave up and bought jean a drink after borrowing some cash from his croonies. poor guy.

the mood was ruined and everyone became much more subdued after that. or rather, i became more subdued and hence, the party (if you can even call it that) petered out into a quiet mumur and i think I may even have almost dozed off a few times.

2. Buck's night

The guys weren't answering any of our phonecalls. bleah... only at about 130am did Mart disclose their whereabouts. Bar 20. In marty's own words, "it's..... classy"

Yuming and I decided to head off to bar 20. We reckoned that was where the fun really was.

the girls at bar 20 were really good. Much better than the ones I have seen in Sydney. great figures, great dancers and even better performers. the place wasn't as seedy as the ones in sydney too.

i must admit, i found the idea of my boyfriend visiting a strip club felt quite disturbing because it brought back memories of jerko david who visited seedy nightclubs even when he was with me. of course i was kept in the dark.

I don't know if i'm supposed to be accepting of behaviour like that.

it seems to be a case of double standards.

Why is it ok for a guy to go to a strip club, pay money so that a girl could touch and tantalise him but yet unacceptable if i did the same to another guy?

mart's explanation is that guys aren't allowed to touch the girls at the strip club, hence.

somehow, i begin to realise that no matter how much i try to understand the male species, I'll never be able to fully put myself in their shoes. to understand their ability to seperate love from lust.

I don't think i would want to hurt the person i love by making out with someone else i was lusting after even though it is lust and only lust i feel for the other person. I also do not think that i would justify my actions by saying that t'was all in the name of good fun or it doesn't meant a thing. Because, shouldn't the feelings of your loved one matter the most?

perhaps it's an unavoidable business practice in asia to entertain at nightclubs with female escorts. but unavoidable and ingrained does not mean women should be apathetic and accepting about such behavior.

it's either the men should stop their perving or let's see some male strip clubs and nightclubs with male escorts only!!!