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I’m sorry, b|aZEcaT. I was a prick before.
I missed you.

Courtesy of The Coastal Repertory Theatre.

I HATE stacked dirty dishes. Hate it. Hate it. The base get all greesy and I just hate touching them when I’m washing them - a good reason why I would never wash dishes for a Chinese restaurant. :)

I admit I’ve got a quirky behavior when it comes to cleanliness. Hey, it’s not like everyday you see someone licking his own toilet.

So when it comes to plates, for heaven’s sake please use your fingers to separate the plates when you bring them to me for washing!

I promise I wouldn’t bite.

I missed dinner today as The Player and I had a very heavy meal for tea - two pans of Domino’s Meatosaurus and Meatball Monster.

Just an hour ago, at about 1:30am, Fat Darryl got hungry. So he whooped up a simple chicken dish and a pot of rice.

In 30 minutes, I had Jamie Oliver’s Happy Days Tour Live! DVD playing on TV, and food served in the comfort of my living room, with a can of Coke.

Aaah… The perfect sumptious home-cook meal at 2am.

Who could complain?

Boredom has finally stuck down on me after a few days of fortunate interesting life I had. So I made myself useful by designing a new header image.

Flames, comments, criticisms and suggestions welcome.

I came out from my room after dressing up for a birthday dinner with The Player. Since it’s Spring, I have semi-revamped my wardrobe to of more color. I wore a pink T-shirt with a baggy white cargo pants - a continuously failed attempt to dress like a homie.

I announced, “I’m ready” and he appeared from the dining room; his eyes widened in surprise.

The Player: Come on, Darryl. Pink?
Darryl: Hmm. Yea, looks a lil’ messy. I’ll change.
The Player: I’ll wait for you downstairs.

The Player put on his shoes and exited the room.

I entered my room and quickly whooped up some jean that was within my reach - behind the door. It was a light blue slim-cut Versace jean. I kinda like this jean as it makes my ass cuter. I changed and had a quick glance on the mirror - a pink tee over a light blue jean.

I put on my usual Esprit black suede shoes and ran downstairs to meet The Player who’s been waiting for almost 10 minutes. We jumped in to the car.

The Player: Darryl! Pink, you sure?
Darryl: What’s wrong with it? Looks alright.
The Player: Yes, if you’re gay!
Darryl: What?? This is not my first time, man.
The Player: It’s cool. But not when two blokes are going out together. One’s wearing pink. The people will think that we’re going out on a date!!
Darryl: … really?

I was shocked. It does seem a little preppy though. But anyway I got down of the car and headed upstairs and changed into black casual shirt, layered above a pure white v-neck tee.

I received my share of discrimination when I first arrived here. I was minding my own business as I was waiting for my bus on a very hot summer afternoon. An old car sped by and the passenger threw a half-eaten nectarine towards my direction. He missed my face by an inch; and a thud was heard as the remains hit the side walls of the shaded bus stop. He howled in excitement and screamed, “You Asian!” suggested he was a pretty young dude.

When I was in Melbourne many years back, an old lady pushed me really hard as I was about to get a seat behind her in the train. I remember boarding from the Flinders’ Street station. The old lady yelled, “Get away, you Asian bastard!” as I was trying to pull myself back from the floor. It was quite a scene back then. I was around fifteen.

The Player and I have this thing for fat women. We occasionally quietly tease each other when we see a fat woman as we were driving or walking past, like “Hey Darryl, your future girlfriend!” And I would usually reply with, “I would pay you $100 to fuck her for me”. We are mean guys.

In the late afternoon today, as The Player and me were driving back home, two humungus middle-aged ladies crossed the road. Our windows were already wound down. I let out a few sarcastic shouts, hoping to catch the attention of those women. I was thinking of something stupid like hitting a few questionable comments at them. I was being a prick. A dickhead.

The Player immediately stepped on the oil.

The Player: You shouldn’t have done that. That ain’t cool.
Darryl: I was just playing, man.
The Player: Yes, but don’t do what you were about to do.
Darryl: But…
The Player: These women are already fat. They have so much pain facing other people. Don’t make it more difficult for them.
Darryl: We do it all the time, man.
The Player: You don’t see me “attacking” these people directly, do you?
Darryl: I guess not.
The Player: I only play with those young girls who think they are all that. But never with the older people. Respect them, man.

I was speechless as I lay my embarrassment over my face. But then again, he was right.

Inside me I have always wanted to return the favor to the shameful discrimination acts the Australians once had against me. But then again, I should behave.