Tuesday nights seem to be getting heavier as the crowd at Fez Lounge gets thicker. Every week the women seem to be getting hotter. Or maybe I am just getting more inebriated. Either way, I have found that Tuesday has become my new Wednesday. And on that note I must also inform Inny that it was mentioned on Fashion TV, green is the new pink. Sorry dude.
I must admit that I am usually excited to see so if there are any comments on my write ups when I get into my office every morning. And it does make me happy to get some feed back and response because I know for sure that someone is reading what I am writing, even when they have negative feedback like our friend Irafath (we had to drop the Sir off the front of his name because he never replied to the post I wrote to him). In fact I thought most hits on my site were from random people just surfing the net and only a few of the friends I told about this site ever stopped by. But yesterday I learned that quite a few of the people I know, not so well and some I know well but was still weary of, are checking out what I have to say and I am not sure that is such a good thing. By God if they ever find out what I really think I might be locked away for good. Or even worse, I might not find a suitable bride!! This blog is going to come back and bite me in the ass one day. Already I imagine blasting my ipod in the bathroom and my hunny yelling through the door, “You chuckin’ a shit then luv”? I have done the one thing I fear most, I have rolled onto my back exposing my soft underbelly and I am now susceptible to all criticism and mimicry.
I should have kept this site anonymous so I could write about all the real Tom Foolery I get up to. Is that how you spell it? Tom Foolery? Was that a guys name and the word fool derived from that? If that is the case, the guy must have been a real nit-wit. A dumb ass like me damn it! Already in some parts of this city when a poor unsuspecting idiot trips and lands in a fire, people point and say, “ha, ha, you pulled an Avi”. Had I remained mysterious, I could have reported to you the real happenings in this city of night, for Jakarta is a haven for whores, pimps, gamblers, hustlers, gangsters, and players alike. I could have told you about the shady business deals for arms and drugs that go down in the back rooms of well known restaurants and night clubs. Oh yes, I would have spewed gossip and dirty secrets like hot lava flowing from Anak Krakatau. I could be a mystery man carrying hidden camera’s into the most veiled brothels in Kota.
But who would I tell? Some John Doe who I don’t even know or care to know? What fucking fun would that be? I am thankful I started blogging and invited my friends to hear what I think about. I really like to hear what you have to say and think also so drop in a comment every once in a while. Let me know who was here at least. I feel like I am talking to my closest friends every day now and letting you know what’s going on. In no way do I consider myself a “writer” but the reason for this whole “exercise” was for me to be more open about my thoughts and feelings so maybe I can actually figure out what’s going on inside. Doing this I pretty much leave myself naked when I write from the heart. This is one of the risks one takes when writing honestly and that is the hardest thing about putting up anything for people to read.
The posts that have fetched the most feedback so far however are “Trimming Bushes” and “Arranged Marriage” both with threads that started from Irafath’s bitching and whining. I guess if I really want to hear from everyone who comes in here I might have to write something about anal sex although there is a certain someone who will really flip his lid if or when I do. I’m not really sure how much sense any of the stuff I have just written makes but I guess all I am really trying to say is that I love you…*sniff* I only got home at about 5am this morning and I have been in the office since 10am so my brain is like jelly. Don’t even ask what went down. I could only tell you on this blog if it was anonymous ;-)
9 comments:
You know now that you've got my mouth watering, you have to serve the meal. You gotta tell what happened last night. I'm excited to hear what went down. C'mon man...c'mon. WTF dude....
Hell yeah dawg... especially if it involved some serious illegal activity. Shit screw the illegal stuff, just get down to the sex and drugs... ok screw the drugs... les go straight to the sex!! You know you like that RO!!!
You are all razcals.. I was kidding. I went to sleep by 10pm and only had vet dreams. I was mistaken. It vasnt me...
Hey bro - am baaaaack! Spanky is in the house! Thanks for all the support. It was really appreciated!
Just thought you'd like to know:
Tom Foolery - This phrase's origin is quite surprising. The general public was allowed into mental hospitals or asylums in the Middle Ages in order to be amused by the actions of the residents there. The audience's favorite "performers" were often nicknamed Tom Fool, and that popular nickname came to be applied to the antics of the asylum residents, and then its meaning was softened to mean `silly behavior' in general.
Well done Rish... you getting this Avi?
I don't watch that much porn goddamit Avi!! Tell him Ro!!! :)
Amit had like 50 porn cd's in his closet and he never told me about them even once. I only found out when I caught sly pretending to write a paper. And rish, that is some wikid research you did there. Thanks. More insane bastards were used for amuesment. Sick, but intirguing at the same time.
Avi you bastard... I only had 49!!! Kwassya like your type. Haha I remember that time when you caught sly though. Those were the good days... lotta laughs!!! siiiiiiiiggggghhhhhhh.
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