Its a boring Sunday today but I just came back from Play this morning. I had about 6 hours of sleep and woke up at 10am. Told me dad I had a class chalet and slept over there. He is always the strict one and thus I do not have much freedom compared to a lot of my peers. He would always ask me about my whereabouts and I feel very restricted even though im turning 21.
Play was fun yesterday. I met up with Kyle and his friends at Maxwell around 10pm. His friends were all Chinese except this malay guy, Joel. Im sure that's a made up name but oh well. He is only 19 and studying in SP. There's one guy that caught my attention. His name is Brandon and he's my age as well. He is not well built, skinny but has very nice features. I heard he dropped out of poly to help his father in some business. That explains the Gucci wallet and the multiple credit cards in it. Typical rich kid eh. I tried to talk to him but he seemed not interested though. Think he might be seeing someone but as well. What chance does this fat guy have with someone who's of that calibre?
We head to Tantric first for some drinks after paying for cover charge for some drinks. As usual that play is crowded with ang mohs... and money boys or so I was told some of the Asian guys were. As usual, I find it very amusing that the Asian boys tried to fake their accents whenever they talk to the Caucasians. Try harder boys.
Plat music was great that night but the crowd was so so. There's this bunch of malay guys who kept pushing us and I felt super irritated though. Like what's their problem seriously? We tried to grab a cab after Play but as usual, it was so hard to find one that's empty AND willing to pick us up.
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