The Thai/Cambodian/Laos New Year Update :-P

Hmm... Since it's been so long since I actually wrote a blog, I just can't put myself to summarize a month's worth of events in one entry. Either cuz it's too much to remember, my horrible memory won't let me recall, or simply: I'm just too damn lazy. :-P

Anyway, let's see what I can talk about... Friday, April 16, I went out clubbing. Went with the Southeast Asian crew (Laos, Cambodian, Vietnamese...). Met Jeannie up at the club and, well, you can always count on this girl to wanna get buzzed. Shoot - "buzzed" is such an understatement cuz that night was pretty crazy for me! Let's see, I was with the Cambodian guy I mentioned in previous entries. Basically, he'd been chasing me for two months. And to use his "running" metaphor, I finally stopped running. I ceased to 'cringe' whenever I heard him introduce me to his friends as his "girl" or "girlfriend." In fact, we are now "official." Imagine that - Sheena's got a boyfriend. Haha. Took me long enough, right? I'm nearly a quarter of a century old and I'm just getting my first boyfriend. LoL.

So this was the first time Jeannie got to meet him. Tara had met him before, like while I was still "running" from him. Actually, I had been resisting him and only wanted to remain friends. But Tara thought he was cool. She even said she liked him for me. Ha. But I just told him I didn't trust him. I'm not a very trusting person, I'm not. And Jeannie also thought he was cool when she met him. She even said we make a cute couple and that he seemed real attentive to me. Taneka met him as well and said the same thing - that we make a cute couple.

But anyways, I digress... back to the club. Funny, ended up seeing a guy there that my sister had met off the internet. I thought he looked familiar. Jeannie was joking with him though she didn't know him. And she wasn't even drunk yet at that point. Then after we'd already had one drink too many, I finally asked him his name and then asked him if he knew my sister. Small world.

So... I got so drunk that night. I've never drank to the point where I don't remember anything. But that night, man - I blacked out!! I don't remember too much. I know that Jeannie said, let's go get a shot. We went for a shot, then wandered off from the people we had gone up there with. Then we ended up on this one circular, chair/couch kinda thingamajig. :-P We started talking to these guys. Then eventually my date found us. He had a rose for me. I remember that much. But after that, nothing except the vague memory of when this dyke hit on me. lol. She gave Peter (my man) a Peter said that he asked her, "You lookin' at my girl?" And she supposedly looked me up and down and said "Cute", then walked off.

I don't remember the rest of the night. I don't remember leaving the club. From what Peter and others said, Peter took care of me. He said I made it outside to the front of the club, turned to him and asked, "Why'd you let me drink so much?" Then he said my eyes rolled back in my head, I passed out, and he caught me. He carried me everywhere - to the car, into someone's house to clean me up - I was throwin' up and dry-heavin'. He said I even threw up on him. How embarrassing! He told me that any other girl, he woulda been hella turned off to see her so pissy drunk like that. But with me, he said all he wanted to do was take are of me, and that he'd do it again. :) So anyhow... I have no memory of that night and woke up in a hotel. Now don't go jumpin' to conclusions now! I was well taken care of and not violated (I'm sure of it). It was me, Peter, another friend and his girlfriend. He couldn't take me to my mother's house in my drunken state.

I had a horrible hangover. That nauseous feeling where all I wanted was to sleep it off. I woke up around 10 in the morning still feeling drunk. (Well, I didn't get drunk until after midnight either). My mom was calling my phone. I was like, shoot! What do I say? I ended up not answering. Then later, in the afternoon, my sis called. I picked up and told her where I was and what not. Told her to call Mom up and let her know I was okay. Cuz shiet, I ain't feel like talking to her! Plus feelin' all sick and trying to tell your mom your hungover and all that... Didn't feel up for the task, ya know? :-P

Anyhoo... it was Thai/Cambodian/Laos New Year, so my friends were posta go to the temple. The people I was with insisted that I go with them when I was like, no, lemme stay here at the hotel and sleep! But they wouldn't allow it. I ended up laying down and sleeping in the car. When they got to the temple, I stayed in the car. I was just hurt! I didn't eat a thing that day. I just couldn't. Eventually Peter got me to drink some water but I really didn't want to. Then I threw up the water. But he said that was better than the stomach bile. :-P

So I ended up returning home after 11:30pm. I had Peter go in and tell my mom the deal. She said something to him in Khmer. And though I don't speak or understand it, just by the look on her voice I could tell what she had told him. She was basically like, still, I should've called. You know, cuz she was all worried about me. And plus it had to do with cultural things... My mom was saying how Vietnamese and Cambodian think alike. A girl doesn't go out in the streets late at night with boys. It has to do with what people think and reputation. Then she went on about how in America, it's different, girls can do that, but in her/our culture, it's unacceptable cuz a Cambodian or Vietnamese guy will think badly of you. *sigh* Peter doesn't think badly of me. But you gotta understand the elders and the culture.

So, yeah... I been spending lotsa time with Peter these past couple weeks. And things have gotten so serious in such a short amount of time. When we were sitting with my mom one night last week, he expressed to her how much he likes me. How he wants me at his side. My mom I guess pretty much gave her blessings, letting him know that I'm Catholic cuz he's of a Buddhist background. It's funny, Peter said to me, how is it that if I'm Catholic, I have a Buddhist outlook on life? But he's weird, too, cuz you could almost say he's Buddhist/Christian, hehe. Anyhoo... He even met my pops! That's a big deal. Oh, and the day after my hangover, I went up to the temple to meet him and what not. His mom and step-dad were there. So I met his mom. I thought she didn't like me, but he said it was cool cuz his mom is supposedly a real good judge of character and would tell him if she doesn't like the girl he's with. But with me it was a good sign that she asked if we were hungry and offered us something to eat of what little food she had left...

Yep... that's what's been goin' on with me. Peter told my mom that when he comes back (for he's gone out of town to take care of an obligation; that is, to fulfill a vow to a deceased relative. He'll be back after a year, but I'll see him every now and again when we visit), he's gonna have a ring for me. He told his mom he's gonna marry me within a year's time. It sounds so crazy, but, it's true. :-P His boys ask me what I done done to him cuz he walks around all lost. Hehe... He's been smitten with me from the beginning. :) But he's so good to me. And he says I make him wanna be a better man. Isn't that nice? Well, gotta run. Gonna go get some grub with Tara...

Payce!