if you'd asked me a few years ago my preferences for the opposite sex, i would've told you that i'd like angmohs. i thought they were more pleasing to the eye, smarter, more educated, more fun, more open, more. i was naive. ask me now, and i would tell you i find (overseas) educated pan-asian guys attractive.
i hit attica last night for the first time; and my friends are right about the joint - it's dripping with angmoh's and SPGs (read: girls who just want to have a white man under their arm). but the crowd CAN dance.
it was in attica i met this portugal expat who could barely speak english (but ohsofluent in french and spanish), who thought that i lied about everything including my name. gee, i had no idea my name wasn't
valerie. really now. i prolly would've talked to him more if he didn't have his lips to my cheek 3/10ths of the time. ughs.
in fact, the only guy i found attractive in the entire lot of angmohs was this asian fellow. hahaa.
he looked like someone i know; not too tall, bespectacled and with a killer smile. the asian guy smartly didn't make any attempts to hit on any of the girls, prolly because:
A. he's attached;
B. he's single, but gay;
C. he's just gay;
D. he knows that most girls there were looking for angmohs.
after 2 hours, i finally decided to ask him for his name, but he went missing. oh well. (: saved me the trouble.
upon leaving attica, i did meet an angmoh whom i found goodlooking ("
with lovely eyes") and relatively interesting.
'that's a gorgeous top', this compliment came from behind me. i was in a backless top, yes sexy (: i walk a distance before turning around. he repeats himself several times in between then.
'thanks.' i debated whether i should play a little coy and throw a witty line or two, but i really wasn't keen on a conversation with a drunk at 4 in the morning, so decided against it. i gave him a short smile anyway.
he asked, 'where's the exit?' (
ah so, he isn't drunk.)
i'm just as clueless, mister. it's my first time to attica. 'i think it's this way. i'm not sure really, it's my first time here.'
'oh. righters.' (
righters?) 'so where are your friends?'
'they're upstairs, but i'm going off. yourself?'
'i can't find them, i think they left already.'
as we walked out to the streets, we chatted. his name is jason, he wakeboards, and he played soccer the whole day before. as always, i get the information that is most important. riight. (:
before we parted, he gave me a kiss on my cheek and said, 'i hope we meet again, valerie. you're lovely'. no, i didn't get/ask his number.
thanks iylia for last night.
as i walked out to macs.
'vaaaal' shouts jerry.
'jerry! cody!' i bound towards them.
'see i told you that it was val.'
hugs go around. note to self: get more guys who can hug like them; jerry and cody are without a doubt the most huggable people i know. (:
they rant on about how MOS lacked the pretty girls that night, and all the decent girls were together with the ugly guys. hahaa.
boys.
then, HELLO GORGEOUS.
'hey, val meet nigel. nigel, valerie.'
'hi.'
'hi.'
jerry and cody take me under my arms and whisk me in the direction of 7-11.
'where are you going?' asks nigel.
'7-11. they are kidnapping me. hahaa'.
'don't go with them; they're dangerous!' laughs nigel.
'why don't you be a superhero and save me then?'
'ok.' nigel joins us.
'zouk. wednesday.' i state my plans.
'yesss!' a happy jerry continues, 'it's PAYDAY!'
'oh man, it'll be packed!' i cry.
'but you'll have us.' says cody.
'that's true (:'
i had to run off. mandatory hugs.
'nice to meet you, nigel.' we shake hands.
'nice to meet you, valerie' good, he remembers my name. (:
'you can see that she's lying through her teeth.' says jerry.
oh yes i am.
generally, a saturday night that got better and better and better.
valerie anne
in my 20s and wonderful.
dressed to dress you.
. i would do you, but i can't. it's just the wrong season right now.
I've been in canada for days.
. in need of a recommendation
. tattoo
. rolex
. prada bag
. hermes birkin/kelly
. hermes scarf
. prada penguin coin purse
. suped up VW jetta mk3 '97
. 911 Turbo
. WRX
. smoked e-codes/fogs
. porsche deep dish rims
.
my driver's license
.
a shaven head for my 18th
. be a somebody
. make {gravi.tee}
.
snowboard
.
own my first car
. travel: NYC, all over europe,
japan,
mexico, chile, argentina, spain, greece, laos, vietnam, bali, dubai, amsterdam
. publish a book entitled "you better quote val, or else" -
recommended by derek goh
.
fashion school
. travel: roadtrip canada
. travel: roadtrip USA
.
move out
. own a house
. ride the dragon in tokyo
. go fish/camping for a weekend
. open a cafe/boutique
. horse-riding
. speak korean/japanese/spanish/french
. skydive over mauritius waters
. white-water raft above level 3
. bungee jump from a suspension bridge
. break the world record for the longest time on a loop-the-loop roller coaster ride
. save an endangered species
. AND prove to my mum that i'll be married before 35.
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