As I have said before, I live in the province of Surin. I don’t live in the main town of Surin, but in a small town called Prasat that is about 30 km from the main town. If you take the bus from Bangkok, it is the town that you have to go through before getting to Surin.

            Last Friday (December 18, 2009) night, I went to one of the few bars in town that caters to foreigners. I was there because my boss at my school wanted to play the trivia quiz at this bar. He thought that my smarts would come in handy.

            My boss and me arrived at precisely at the same time. An American teacher from the same school as me and my boss was already there. The bar owner told us that there was no trivia quiz due to the fact that everybody was there for the music. This would not be the worst news of the evening.

            My boss then told the American teacher and me that the British teacher from my school and his Chinese wife had gotten into some sort of altercation with the landlord of their rented house. The wife had ended up in the hospital with her two front teeth punched out. They had refused to pay the 200 baht that they had owed. They wanted the landlord to clear out the trash before they would pay. Obviously, the landlord disagreed.

            After this altercation, they can not live at this house any more, but my boss refused to give them at this house since the Chinese teacher had a tantrum and killed his precious fish. They will have to stay at a house owned by the school that we work at.

            For the rest of the evening, I played pool with the American teacher and listened to the music. At 10:30 pm, I wanted to go because I wanted to go home. I explored the bars nearby and ended up at a karaoke. I ordered a Coke for me and two hostesses. I told them that I did not want to have any songs. They precede to sing songs anyway and charging me for singing anyway. Fortunately, I stopped them after 2 songs for I would have ended up being charged a lot for them singing. This was my big mistake of the evening.

            At noon the next day, my boss knocks at my door. He has come to tell me that he is looking for the American teacher who I partied with. He needs to talk to him because the landlord wants all the foreigners who live in the house to leave. The American teacher lives in the same house as the British teacher with the Chinese wife. He needs to fins the American teacher to tell him to move, but he has looked at all the hotels in Prasat and has not found. All I can tell him is that he may have left with a Thai lady and went to a hotel that is on the same side of the school that we teach at. The hotel is 150 baht a night. The boss then leaves to go look for the American teacher again, using the what I know hopefully to find him.

            After last Friday night, the teachers at my school should know this:

1. Pay your rent, no matter what and then negotiate what you want. Thais are actually quite strict about when you owe them money.
2. When you go to a Karaoke bat in Thailand, you should make sure that they do not overcharge you. You should make sure that you only get charged for things that you want.
3. You should always bring your mobile with you if you have one. My boss could not find him because he did not have his mobile phone.
4. Just because you live in a small Thai town, this does not mean that bad things can not happen to you.
5. You should not underestimate a Thai girl that you pick up at a bar. Just because they are small, pretty and do not seem to be very smart, this does not mean that they are not trouble.

            This Monday morning, I hope that all the teachers show up and that we have learned our lessons.

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Wrote this for a short-story contest (max. 2400 words) conducted at the internal blog at office…the theme was “One night”…with the condition that the story should happen over a night (8pm to 8 am).

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     03:43 am – Saturday Morning – Now                                      
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“What the @#$% he wants now?” I asked her.
“He’s asking the same thing again…” she looked beautiful while tensed.
“What??!! How many times shall we tell him the same damn truth…why can’t he understand?” I stood up.

“Sir, yenna ################################”

“Now what the…?”
“He’s requesting you to sit down, else he says he will put you behind those bars” her face was still fresh and radiant,

though I knew she was tired playing my translator.
“Oh hell…” I blurted as I sat down.
“Pls ask him how long are we supposed to wait like this?” I whispered to her, as if it was my dying wish.

“Sir, ##### time ######### wait #######?
“##### wait ########## time #####”
“OK sir”

“What did he say?”
“He again said we’ll have to wait till his inspector comes in…and he can’t specify the time!”
“What the hell did we do to face this?”
“Hmm…all in the fate dumbo, all in fate”…

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     o8:18 pm – Friday evening – Last night
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“Heylooooooooooooooo”
It was Gauri…only a fool couldn’t recognize that sweet chirpy voice…
“Hello…may I know who is speaking?”
“Hmmph…dumbo!! Haven’t you stored my number??!!!”
“Err…I’m driving now…speaking through my bluetooth headset…btw, am I speaking to Gauri?”
“Whoa…you recognized my voice? how sweet!!” {Score…+1}
“Common…only a fool wouldn’t…wassup sweetheart?”
“How about a movie tonight? Blue!! Tickets are available at Mayajaal…10 ka show!!!!”
“Won’t it be late for you to get back to your hostel?”
“I’ll take care of all that…you in or not?”
“Ok deal…you are driving like last time?”
“Huh dumbo…shutup…pick me up at 9 – Lip Gloss parlour – on the road behind my hostel…”
“You are at a parlour? to watch the blue movie at Mayajaal? What the…hehe”
“Chiii pervert…just pick me up…catchya later!”

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      09:10 pm
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“Why the hell are you so late?” {Score…-1}
“Hmm…you wanna drive? we need 30 mins to reach there”
“Shutup you a$$, drive now…” she said as she parked herself pillion…

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     01:30 am
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“The movie sucked big time”…
“Who cares man…Akshay and Sanju in one movie…aww…gives me a high man!”
“Sigh…what’s with you gals and old men? btw, Lara was hot!!”
“Shutup…let’s go to the Bessy beach…I feel like seeing the sea for real now!!”
“At this time?? Are you freakin’ nuts?”
“Whatever…the weather’s just perfect for a walk on the sands”
“The cops will…”
“Ah! you and your fear for cops…legendary…common na, let’s go”
“I can’t believe am doing this…”
“Learn to live life, my style…”

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     02:13 am
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“Oh $hit!!!”
“What happened?”

“Sir, ###### stop ############### side ########”

“What the….I did tell ya that this could happen!!!”

“Sir, ##################################### DL ####”

“What the hell is he saying?”
“He’s asking for your driving license”
“I know that, but he said something else…what did he say before asking for the DL?”
“Err…nothing he just abused us about driving at this late hour”
“Happy now? so this is your style of life eh?”

“Sir, #######################?
I looked at her…
“He is asking you to blow on his face”
“On his face? Why the hell he wants me to do that? And why don’t you talk to him in Tamil and settle the issue?”
“Though I understand Tamil well, I dunno to talk proper dumbo…Kendriya Vidhyalay student, remember?!”

“Alcohol Check, sir”
“You know English sir? Why the alcohol test sir? I’m not drunk sir…went to a movie sir!!”
“Movie-aa?? #################”
“Yes sir…I have tickets with me”
“#################”
“What?” I looked at him and then at her…

“He’s asking you to blow on his chaand-jaisa-thopda” she grinned and silently winked…I heard a heart-beat skip…she looked

lovely…bright moonlight, cool wind, roaring beach, dark night…

“#################” reality sucked…chi thu…
“Yes yes, yes sir…phooooooooooooooo”
“Hmm…wokay wokay…good…movie tickets #########?” good? what the…
“Here sir…tickets”
“Hmm…Mayajaal? ################# Besantnagar #######?”
“Yes sir, from Mayajaal to Besantnagar!!”

“No dumbo…he asked what are you doing here in Besantnagar?”
“Oh ok”…turning his way “…beach sir beach…”
“Beach-a? ###### time ####### supply #################??”
I turned at her…she stood there silent…shocked…beautiful…wind blowing her hair….scintillating…

“He’s enquiring about the time and whether you…or rather we…are involved in drug supply!!!” Reality sucked…definitely!
“What the @#$%…is he crazy? How can he expect a guy and a gal supplying drugs driving on a freakin Activa?!!” I screamed a

whisper…
“Say no to him” she hissed…
“No sir….No….no supply”

“############# station ###### 320, vehicle ##########” he yelled at someone at a distance…

“Now what? station? 320 what?”
“He wants us to go with him to the police station!” she said looking at the dark figure running towards us.
“What!! He expects us to follow him?”
“No, he asked him…320 or whoever, to get the vehicle…” she clarified indicating at the puffing constable…

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     03:04am
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“Sir, Madam…#################### sir #########”

“He’s asking us to sit, till his sir comes in”
“When will his sir come in? Did he tell that?”
“No…” she sighed.
“Then ask him no…pls” I was now irritated.

“Sir, ########### time #########”
“Madam, time ############”

“He said that he can’t specify a time….”

“Sir, ###### supply #################??”
“Supply? no no sir…no supply…IT professional sir…not a drug peddlar” I stood up trying to pull out my purse from my

back pocket…
Two constables standing close by, were now pointing their rifles at me.
“No No sir…No…just purse sir…visiting card” I said instantly turning around and showing him that my parking space was

safe.
“##################################” the head constable ordered.
The constables returned back to their useless inactive positions.
“Sir, ##################### ukaar###########”

“He’s asking you to turn around and sit down quietly” she giggled.
“Hmm…enjoying eh? You would have loved to see those 2 morons there shoot me down na?? What could be their numbers? 420 and

840?” I almost smiled at my own poor joke.
She smiled at me…or rather my helplessness or at our sorry state. The police station is no confession place…but I must

say, at that moment she looked so beautiful. I smiled as I leaned my head, back to the wall…and sitting next to each other,

we waited.

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     04:10 am
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“I really can’t believe we are in this situation…imagine if our parents get to know about this” she shouldered me…
“Yeah…they would proud of your style, wouldn’t they?” I smiled at her….sarcasm never sleeps I guess…
“Shut up dumbo…isn’t this awesome?” she sat straight…looking around excited…
“Are you nuts? Didn’t you see how they drilled me? That jack-a$$ even made me blow on his face…it was so damn

disgusting..!!”
“Hehe…I remembered the Close-up advertisement while you were doing that!!” she giggled.
“That lady cop in the advertisement was damn hot…this fella here, was all heated-n-burnt…yuck…”
“I like that expression on your face…so very much like dumbo” her eyes glittered as she said that…and I fell in

love…sadly in a police station…approximately around 04:20 am…Is God making a fool outta me or am I actually dreaming?
“Hey open you eyes…am saying such sweet things about you and you are dozing off?”
“Eh…hey…ya….tell me…is the head cop here?”
“Huh…no…get up…am feeling bored” she went on and on…with her every expression playing with me…those blinking eyes,

wavy eyebrows, the loose hairs that fell now-n-then on her eyes, those fingers which set the hair back behind her ears, the

long ear-rings that kissed her dimpled cheeks with her every move…
“Are you listening to me? Say something no…” she seemed to utter…not a word did I hear…as I read her lips move…while

her nose twitched and the tiny dot of a mole on her chin, danced…I had no idea as to where I was…

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     05:47 am
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“##################### sir #######”

“He’s asking us to stand up…it seems his sir has come”
“Is he Gandhi or President Obama that we’ve to stand up? I will not…hmmph”
“Huh…don’t tell me later if he puts you behind those very bars there”…she said as she showed me a cell on her left…

“Hello sir”…we greeted the inspector, both standing on our feet…
“Hmmm…yenna ########…340, ###### case?”
“##############, case #########”

“What case are they talking about Gow?” I whispered.
“He’s asking why we are here….what the case is all about…just getting an update from that 340 fella” she whispered back aloud.

“Hmmm ##########, identity proof irka?”
“Yes sir…driving license, office visiting card…which one do you want?”
“Yes yes…###########” he mumbled.

“Which one did he ask?” I asked elbow-ing her…
“Show him both no…your pic on the driving license is scary though” he elbowed back harder.

“Sir…my DL and here is my official visiting card” I handed him both…
“Hmm…############ ABC ##### office??? ######## ABC #######!!” he smiled behind his bush of a moustache, as he sat back on the rock-solid-government chair. It actually screeched like two rocks when rubbed, as he rested his back.
Gowri was smiling too as I looked at her…helpless and lost…

“I think we are safe now…it seems his daughter also works at ABC!! He asked which office location?”

“Oh…Thoraipakkam sir…” I smiled at him as his pot-belly seemed to laugh at and make fun of me…
“############ late night movie ##################### ok-va?”

“Say ok…quick…” she elbowed…
“Ok sir”…

“Good #####”…he mumbled…

“What did I say ok to? what did he ask?”
“He said not to go for late night movies…it seems he doesn’t allow his daughter to go…some fatherly advice for you…good you agreed, sunny boy!!” she smiled as she patted my back…her smile…ah! divine…

“Sir…##########?” she asked him if we could leave…
“Wokay wokay #################…tea #########”
“Nandri sir ########” she said as she picked up her hand-bag…I got the signal…it was time to go!!
“Hey did he ask if we would like to have tea?” I enquired…
“Let’s go dumbo…” she said as she held my hand and pulled me out of the damn police station…

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     07:10 am
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“Wow…what an experience it was!!” she said as she got down from the bike.
“Hmm…yeah…one hell of a night…”
“Would you mind such an experience again?” she quizzed…was she serious? was she just pulling my leg? hmm…gals…you’ll never know…
“Ofcourse not….something like this…anytime…but without the cops, the police station, the helplessness, the blowing on faces…and such other nonsense..” {Score…+1}
“Hmm…me too…” phew…
“Anyways…go and sleep now…else you will complain about dark circles and what not!!”
“Shutup…talk to you later dumbo…it was fun!! By the way if someone asks, I stayed at my friend’s place last night ok??!! ” ah! the wink…another of the several heart-beats skipped…
“Gotcha…hehe…you bet…same here!!” I winked back, ignited and accelerated…

We only slept one night, but it was enough to have the certainty that if there is somewhere to stay in this beautiful landscape, it will be in your very charming Inn. With the comfort and the little details, which make the difference.

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The night is still as the candle flame stands upright licking the air. A symphony of clicking crickets rises from the river bank. Darkness slowly creeps forward as the candle burns itself out to Dylan’s serenade…tonight I will be staying here with you.

An unfulfilled existence sits silently contemplating the emptiness while recounting the fading beats within. Should have, shouldn’t have, if, buts…ad nausea. The flood of years trickles down to this, a night out to come up with another plan to outwit the usurper Fate that is invariably lurking in the crevices of a fractured life. It is going to be an excruciating wait for an answer, if ever one comes along.

In the darkness he walks towards the all encompassing light of instant gratification to take cover in the thick overgrowth of humanity, to camouflage his solitary confinement amidst the chameleons.  Haunting rhythms of the spirits echo from speakers seducing the listeners with the lyrics and enticing them to partake of a revelry that ridicules common sense.

No one moves except the waiters expectantly waiting for a raised hand to satiate. In the corner he leans against the wall, hat covering his face, a straw barrier, a vain attempt to keep aloof from the goings-on and yet to be an active spectator.

A warm hand, kiss on the cheek from a perfumed lady awakens the inner self and the hint of companionship for the night. They speak with their eyes, bodies touching as the music subsides to loud chatter. Then syllables are exchanged which slowly merge into a torrent. He suggests they leave the restaurant and walk a short distance away to a quiet warung to continue the verbal intercourse.

In minutes they are sitting opposite each other on uncomfortable wooden chairs looking around awkwardly for suddenly they are confronted with each other without the static emanating from the pulsating crowd.

After the drinks arrive and are drunk, lips move slowly towards each other. Their fingers play a game of dumb charades. Her teeth are pearly white, hair raven black and her lithe body is draped with a flimsy floral dress. He is content for the moment knowingly fully well he will have to go back to his abode next to the river, maybe with her.

“My name is Rebecca. That’s all that you need to know about me. I want this night to remain as it is, so please don’t spoil it with esoteric and existential questions.”

“Okay”.

“You didn’t tell me your name”.

“Krishna”

“The Hindu God of Love”

“God no, it’s just a name”

A few drinks later tongues search out one another. Suggestions of moving to an even quieter place arise. So they leave together in his ramshackle car for the sanctuary of his room.

In the darkness of his shelter much is felt and heard and exchanged then silence. The only sound is that of a gnat buzzing the sweating bodies.

“Mosquito, quick spray the little f..k.r.”

When the deed is done they get up from the cold floor to lie on the bed, apart and on their backs gazing into the darkened ceiling.

“Where is the loo? Need to wash”

“No, please don’t”

“Why?”

“It’s like you need to cleanse yourself of me”

“I am ovulating. I think I will get pregnant, not that washing will help. Am wet, uncomfortable”

“So? You don’t want to be a mother?”

“No, I mean yes I want to be a mother.”

Silence continuing silence, except for the contents of the cistern emptying into the bowl. She returns to the bed and nestles in his arms; her hands cold from washing, rub his stomach.

He lies still contemplating the sick feeling. The chance of possibly being on the wrong side of karma is evident in his breathing. But she remains inert, her hands have stopped moving, she has fallen asleep.

The softness of the porcelain body next to him, the perfumed long hair and her q….b resting on his thigh are an aphrodisiac. He moves over her, entering while she spreads her hands and legs apart giving herself completely to him with all the trust a stranger can muster. Guilt fades into the bed sheet with another exchange of selves. She rolls him over and lies atop giggling, suddenly awake and energized.

“Have you ever loved anyone?”

“You said not to ask you esoteric questions so why should I answer one of yours?”

“Just asked, sorry”

“No I have never been in love, only lust, passion, possession and infatuation”

“Poor soul. You are scared, yes but why?”

“I am not scared just wary of women I have met as they have usually sucked my energy and departed after having drained the last ounce of me, my spirit. It has often taken months to rejuvenate my soul. Do you know what I am saying?”

“No. Never mind now let’s eat something. Is there anything in the fridge?”

He gets out of bed tripping over the clothes on the floor. She laughs while holding him from falling.

She cuts the cheese. He pours the wine and takes out a packet of biscuits. And when he sits down she sits on his lap, her soft naked body comforting. She eats and drinks and feeds him with a tenderness he has forgotten. Then smelling of cheese and wine with crumbs of biscuit on their lips, they meet once more on the strewn clothes.

Sleep blankets the passion.

Morning awakes with the sound of prayers from across the river. She gets up hurriedly wears her clothes and leaves. Not kissing him. Not saying goodbye. Just a furtive glance at the man she shared the night with.

A few days later he sees her dining with a male companion at a restaurant where he goes for a quiet dinner of a Cuban and margarita.

When the couple finish their dinner and are walking out she looks back waves then gets into a car which speeds away.

A waiter observing him remarks nonchalantly.

“Forget, she married, that’s her husband, he arrived today from London”.

Krishna smiles and lights the Romeo & Juliet for he understands now that it is as always, a momentary lapse of concentration.

But today is another night.

NO PEOPLE LIKE SHOW PEOPLE: National Ballet showstopper Greta Hodgkinson and husband Etienne Lavigne are infanticipating in January,

LANGSTROTH: on a Highwire

but La Hodgkinson will return to the company in time to dance next year’s production of Onegin, with an extravagant new design by Santo Loquasto. Meanwhile, she hasn’t exactly been idle. She’s been in front of the camera again, this time playing legendary ballerina Margot Fonteyn to Nico Archambault’s Rudolf Nureyev in award-collecting Moze Mossanen’s bound-to-be dazzling new Nureyev Arts special for Bravo! … ivory-tickler Ken Lindsay is celebrating his

NICO as NUREYEV

second anniversary at Statler’s. Village favourite Lindsay holds cocktail-hour court every Thursday and Friday nights …rising songbird Dawn Langstroth launches her new CD Highwire tomorrow before embarking on a year of touring to promote it. And yes, You Don’t Want Me, that  wonderful song she wrote with master musical storyteller Ron Sexsmith, is included

HODGKINSON: expecting

on the playlist …  young Aussie director Alexandra Schepisi, daughter of famed director Fred, recently completed a short film called One Night about a group of girls hanging out together. “It’s 23 minutes long and there’s only three lines of dialogue in it!” her proud poppa confides. Sounds intriguing … and when Robin Wright Penn took the stage at TIFF last week, was it just the guys in the theatre who noticed that her legs went on forever but her skirt didn’t? Just wonderin’ … BTW, the talented Ms Penn will co-star with James McAvoy in The Conspirator, based on the aftermath of Lincoln‘s assassination and directed by Robert Redford.

LIGHTS OUT: After almost eight years in the making, Jian Ghomeshi protégée Lights released her first CD this week. Stay tuned … Harry

KARPLUK: music for Erica

Connick’s new CD Your Songs features such golden oldies as Sinatra’s All The Way, The Carpenters’ Close To You and Nat King Cole’s Mona Lisa … look for Joss Stone to duet with Smokey Robinson on tonight’s Jay Leno Show … and EMI Canada released its Being Erica CD this week to coincide with the return of the time-bending Erin Karpluk-Michael Riley series and the release of the Season One DVD. Music from the show’s freshman year, which spans the same decades as the hit CBC series, features tunes by Melanie Doane, The Northern Pikes, Jesus Jones, Norah Jones, Marc Jordan, Fatboy Slim, MC Hammer and, of course,  Erica’s therne song, All I Ever Wanted To Be, by Lily Frost.

BUNNETT: among the first

SHARPS ‘N’ FLATS: High-voltage music-makers set to headline the inaugural season of Toronto’s newest concert venue, Koerner Hall, located in the Telus Centre for Performance & Learning on Bloor Street west, include Jane Bunnett, James Ehnes, Louis Lortie, Midori, Nico Mulhy, Peter Oundjian, Steven Page, Jon Kimura Parker, Quartetto Gelato, Ravi Shankar, Frederica von Stade, Sarah Slean, the Esprit Orchestra, and Richard Reed Perry of Arcade Fire. To sample the upcoming season, and order tickets, just click here.

ABSENT FRIENDS: Yesterday, In my eagerness to share with you some of the stellar names performing this season with the TSO, I automatically included T.O. favourite Erich Kunzel, who was scheduled to conduct three nights of Broadway show tunes here next month.  Would that it were so. After being diagnosed with pancreatic, liver and colon cancer in April, Kunzel passed away three weeks ago. Add his name to the September roll call – Larry Gelbart, Mary Travers, Patrick Swayze, and more – of absent friends who are sorely missed today.

TOMORROW:

Why Kiefer came home.

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Usually at one time I have fifty-million things going through my mind…wedding, school, work, friend’s wedding, my sister’s wedding and just life. I have started making a daily list of things I need to accomplish and cross them off when I finish. Drew just makes fun of me telling me my Alzheimer is kicking in early. Not funny! Here is a quick snapshot of the things I am working on…my friend’s save the date postcard, chili cook-off poster, next sermon series graphics, nicky cruz community invite cards, and one night promo pieces and banners…

Check back later to see them complete…

New Boyz – Skinny Jeans and a Mic

[Featured Artists: Tyga, Ray J, O.N.E., D&D & Kydd-SB]

These guys always reminded me of The Pack and The Cool Kids. It looks like they realized this too with shout outs to The Pack in ‘Bunz‘ and The Cool Kids in ‘Colorz‘. Here are a couple of my fav tracks from “Skinny Jeans and a Mic” by the New Boyz that I haven’t already posted (‘Update‘ & ‘MP3s!‘):

New Boyz – Cashmere

New Boyz – One Night

New Boyz – Dot Com

New Boyz – Skinny Jeans and a Mic

[Featured Artists: Tyga, Ray J, O.N.E., D&D & Kydd-SB]

These guys always reminded me of The Pack and The Cool Kids. It looks like they realized this too with shout outs to The Pack in ‘Bunz‘ and The Cool Kids in ‘Colorz‘. Here are a couple of my fav tracks from “Skinny Jeans and a Mic” by the New Boyz that I haven’t already posted (‘Update‘ & ‘MP3s!‘):

New Boyz – Cashmere

New Boyz – One Night

New Boyz – Dot Com

What is good everyone!

As you all may remember, NYC-based rapper Nivla took part in Doritos’ Crash the Superbowl contest and with immense support, he was able to make it to the TOP 3!

This past August, Nivla opened up for JRG’s Fashion Show (www.jrgfash.com) in Brooklyn, NY and rocked the show with his sultry, summer jam “One Night”!

Nivla has now entered a contest where he’ll have the chance to open up for Akon, T-Pain, Ne-Yo, Flo Rida and Keri Hilson as well as win a cash prize! This Summerfest concert will take place in Miami, FL and is a tribute concert to the late and great Michael Jackson!

Please take a moment to listen to “One Night” and vote for Nivla (Alvin Augustine) at http://www.exploretalent.com/contest_video.php?talentnum=1661772&cm_id=5601. Your support is much appreciated! Voting ends on September 19th! Be sure to get your votes in by then and let’s hold New York, Hip Hop and the South Asian community down once again!

Thank you! And please spread the word!

ALONE…..that’s what everyone wants….to look up at those stars alone searching for her next shooting star while thinking about him. That’s what everyone wants. Everyone wants to think about someone that they’ll never have. Everyone wants to feel as if they are so close and then all of a sudden forgotten. Everyone wants to feel like they aren’t enough, to even talk to. They all want to feel like they are a push, or too much, too deep, too obsessive or obnoxious, too impatient, too hopeful, too optimistic. Everyone wants to get to that point where they’ve became pessimistic about love, where even the slightest hope, your telling yourself inside not to, because it’s not going to be what you’d  hope it to be. Everyone wants to wish for a night back that will never happen again. The idea of not knowing what was true and what wasn’t. To not have the slightest clue on someones emotions, like you did that night. Yes everyone wants to think about someone and feel immediately happy with their heart racing, followed by an immediate drop because of the true reality….that he most likely isn’t thinking about you. Everyone wants to feel loved and then abandoned.

Ya…….Everyone wants that shit…..

Where you think, what is the real point? I seem to get my hopes up every-time a guy surprises me. Every time a guy shows me  a little bit of emotion, attractive nice guys!  And every time something goes wrong…..even as just friends. No want to talk to me much…..because somehow i seem to freak them out, I’m just too much. Leaving me all alone in the romance wanting to cry because I’m always so close….but never enough.

I could simply say fuck guys…..live life! The love will come eventually……. i mean i strive to be like that…..but every time it gets to me….sparks a memory, a face, an emotion…..and somehow it gets to me easier each time…..how pathetic.

Come check out uHAPS’ coverage of Bud Light One Night Stand at The Valarium from this past Friday (8-21-09) in Knoxville, TN!:

http://knoxville.uhaps.com/Event.aspx?id=5330

One Night film poster

You can learn more about “One Night” here and Any Moment Productions here.

Along with making the film and writing the script, my brother has written several books like me. One of which branched out into non-fiction to detail how to manage production of an indie film. How to maintain the “indie spirit” we so love in the independent/art film genre.

He describes his book as follows: “A straightforward guide to making short films with meaning and personal importance. This book walks you through the process of finding the inspiration for creating short films that are both unique and powerful.”

My brother’s book joins a line of amazing books on how to make movies or be an actor with perseverance and not a lot of money. Here are just a few of my personal favorites that should be on the library shelf of anyone considering making a movie.

Order now: Independence: Capturing The Indie Spirit And Making Short Films That Matter

Order now: Rebel without a Crew: Or How a 23-Year-Old Filmmaker With $7,000 Became a Hollywood Player (Paperback) by Robert Rodriguez

Order now: sex, lies, and videotape by Stephen Soderbergh

Order now: How I Made A Hundred Movies In Hollywood And Never Lost A Dime by Roger Corman

Order now: If Chins Could Kill: Confessions of a B Movie Actor by Bruce Campbell

À quel moment un gars ressent-il le goût de passer aux choses sérieuses avec une fréquentation?

Ce qui est sûr pour moi, c’est que je sais exactement lorsque rien ne deviendra sérieux. Barney se limite à une seule soirée, ce qui a bien sur l’avantage de simplifier les choses. Les gars aiment les choses simples…et récemment, j’ai plutôt respecté cette règle! Qu’est ce que ça prend pour aimer les choses sérieuses?

Il y a 2 semaines, un vendredi soir lors d’une soirée organisée par une amie, j’ai rencontre l’amie d’une amie. Jolie, gentille, belle carrière, et par un merveilleux hasard nous semblons être les deux seuls célibataires autour de la table. Tout se déroule à merveille, malgré que je ne connaisse que mon amie de ce groupe de gens, la chimie se développe bien, obtenant toute l’attention de la jolie, gentille et belle carriériste.

J’ai un gros avantage : la meilleure des wingmen à mes côtés! Mon amie ne fait que m’encenser! Elle s’est mise sur mon cas…les gars, si vous voulez bien paraître,  sortez avec une amie qui croît que vous êtes un good catch. Si elle est en couple, cela double vos chances! Toujours est-il que la soirée avance bien, et que l’alcool aidant aussi, elle décide de repartir avec moi au lieu de prendre son auto…merci Éduc’alcool!

Le lendemain matin

Le drame! She’s gone! Good thing or bad thing? La fille est partie! Je reste surpris. Sur le coup je suis automatiquement déçu! Je devais être trop saoul. Dommage, car je trouvais que la fille aurait été une fille non pas avec qui coucher en one night, mais plutôt à dater! Je m’en veux…maudit alcool!

En déjeunant avec quelques amis au café du coin pour me remettre de la soirée un peu folle, j’en ressort finalement avec un sourire de satisfaction. Mes amis font leur boulot et ont marqué un point : J’ai couché avec une belle fille… elle est partie avant même mon réveil! High Five!

Mais voilà, il y a une suite, car la jolie et gentille carriériste a aussi eu le temps de repenser à la soirée folle! Facebook aidant, un petit message m’attend 2 jours plus tard avec une invitation! Se revoir? Après du drunk sex? J’avais déjà fait mon idée que rien ne se développerait, que j’avais simplement été à la bonne place au bon moment! Mais elle est jolie, gentille et carriériste…alors why not! Un petit coup de téléphone quelques jours après (j’ai suivi la règle de 4 jours) pour finalement se donner rendez vous au musée le dimanche après-midi suivant.

C’est là que la réalité frappe

Jolie, gentille, belle carrière…mais difficile de trouver de la magie quand tu as déjà vue la personne nue! Oui l’après-midi au musée fut agréable. Oui la petite marche au centre-ville et le moccachino au chocolat blanc (un délice) avaient tout d’un set-up parfait pour concrétiser la journée. Pourtant, je n’ai pas senti aucun déclic… rien qui ne m’a fait voir qu’elle était spéciale, que je devais la revoir! Nous nous sommes laissé cette fois-ci sans câlin, sans french, sans sexe, simplement en nous promettant de regarder un possible moment d’ici dimanche prochain (aujourd’hui) pour faire quelque chose à nouveau.

Sans magie, c’est fini! La semaine submergée de travail s’est passée…et je croyais que mon constat était réciproque jusqu’à un nouveau message vendredi…une invitation soirée/restau avant son départ pour ses vacances (lundi, pour 2 semaines)…

Est-ce possible de transformer un one night en fréquentation? Est-ce qu’une fois qu’on a couché avec la fille, la magie des premiers moments prend le chemin? Est ce que l’attente est un incitatif majeur pour motiver un gars à vouloir passer aux choses sérieuses?

Les gars aiment les choses simples…et c’est plutôt simple de rester sous silence d’ici lundi pour simplement la laisser partir en voyage…