SO MANY PEOPLE
A couple of nights ago I was out with yet another
group of new friends. All from Korea, there is Sally,
who is also an artist, her bodybuilder/personal
trainer boyfriend Victor, who is called Tom, and
Jerry, the youngest in the group and Sally's sister.
The first time I met them, a few days ago, I was
sitting at the pool chatting with an Iranian writer
of detective stories, and they were walking around
just looking. Victor came up and sat down next to us
and introduced himself, and asked some questions
about bodybuilding, which he thought I was into. I
used to be, a long time ago, when me
and brother, also a licensed personal trainer,
trained like the pros in the old days. I guess since
I lost so much weight now, what remains of my muscle
is starting to show.
So we chatted about the world of bodybuilding, Joe Weider magazines, proper foods and other things for a while and then he left. The two girls just smiled and waved. The next day, I was sitting at the pool again, having finished my daily swim, chatting with a couple of MMA fighters from Canada. At that time, the two girls were spotted milling around, but not entering the pool area. Finally Jerry came up and introduced herself. Her English is very limited, but she wanted to talk to me. Eventually the two fighters left, and Jerry's sister came to chat. Finally, Victor came with a bunch of beer and we all drank together and talked about various things, including Korean movies like The Host, D-War and Oldboy. We also talked a lot about food and ended up on the subject of ramen. They said Korean ramen is much better than the Japanese brands, and that since they had a case of it, they would give me some. Jerry then asked me if I Wanted to go to dinner with them the next day.
The next day I was at the pool again and we all met up. Jerry brought me some ramen and we chatted about where we could go to eat. After we decided, we all went to change our clothes and come back to meet again by the pool. They took a long time to change, probably because there are girls in the group, and I sat by the pool chatting about business ideas and pirating movies with Jhun Cordz, one of the guards that works here. Victor and the girls eventually showed up and off we went.
I took them to Abuhan, a fancy Filipino cuisine place that I was introduced to by Michelle back in July. It was not the same one though. I have, in fact, never found that particular one again, but I guess there are a few around town. The one I took them to was found by Grace back in August when we were hanging out regularly. The food there is amazing. Jerry had fried shrimp, Sally had chicken barbeque and Victor got crispy pata, which is like a huge deep fried pig leg. I rounded things out with pancit canton (chow mein) shanghai fried rice and, of course, chicken wings. We all then shared everything Chinese style. The plan was that they wanted treat me, but it turned out they forgot their money in their room. They had some small change, but I had to make up the rest. Lucky me, I actually happened to have a bit of cash.
We returned to their room to get money and then the plan was to hit The Pump disco, where I met the movie producer. They loved it there. At first it was pretty empty, and we just sat drinking our beer and chatting and enjoying the music. Eventually people started to pour in and we graduated to a bottle of Jose Cuervo tequila, which we didn't take long to finish. The girls were shy to dance at first, but after that they loosened up a lot. We danced and had a ton of fun. Eventually another bottle of Cuervo came and went and we were all pretty much wasted. Jerry was beyond done, though, and I had to carry her out of there.
We took a cab back to our place, but Victor only had huge bills and I only had 40 peso remaining. Reno, one of the guards I hang with on occasion helped out with the cab fare. We carried Jerry into the lobby while we sorted things out, but she fell off the couch we sat her on, and vomited all over the couch and floor. We carried her up to the room, where she also vomited on me while carrying her, and tried to get her into bed. Sally was at her end too. Victor is a big guy so I guess he was at least as okay as I was. Jerry went in the restroom to continue emptying her stomach and Sally went to sleep. As everybody seemed okay I said goodbye and took off.
Instead of going to bed, I ended up downstairs chatting with Reno and Louis, another guard, until the sun came up. The next day I got text messages from Jerry apologizing profusely. I told her all was okay and that I was going to the pool. It was already evening and swimming time since I was sleeping most of the day. I met them all at the pool where Jerry brought me a hand written letter both thanking me and apologizing. It even had little pictures, from stickers, in it. She didn't remember much of anything so we all had fun filling her in on her exploits. I guess she ended up sleeping in the restroom where I last saw her, rolling around in her vomit. Victor simply sprayed her down with the shower nozzle to clean her up. She apparently asked him to slap her in order to wake her up, so he tried three times. It didn't wake her up, so later, when she did awaken, she wondered why her face hurt.
We had a night of fun in the pool until late. Victor didn't know how to swim so we tried teaching him some moves, and otherwise he and Jerry did their "Tom and Jerry" routine where he would chase her around, throw her in the water or dunk her under. After that we all went our separate ways. Funny thing is, they always say they can see me from their room when I am swimming, which means there room should be right across from mine, in the next tower. I have never seen them though. I wonder which room is theirs. They share it with another Korean girl who I saw briefly during our drunken times, and quickly forgot, and maybe she has terrace access from her room, which is why I never see them on the terrace. I don't know.
So I awaken today with a plan to try this Korean ramen, and go pay Reno back for the taxi fare. I am hoping I hear from the movie producer very soon, as rent is a bit overdue and I have no money at the moment. Of course I have some things cooking on another site, which is starting to pick up a bit of steam. Anything can happen when life is an adventure. It makes me remember a quote I came across which stated that, "Stability paralyses the journey."
So we chatted about the world of bodybuilding, Joe Weider magazines, proper foods and other things for a while and then he left. The two girls just smiled and waved. The next day, I was sitting at the pool again, having finished my daily swim, chatting with a couple of MMA fighters from Canada. At that time, the two girls were spotted milling around, but not entering the pool area. Finally Jerry came up and introduced herself. Her English is very limited, but she wanted to talk to me. Eventually the two fighters left, and Jerry's sister came to chat. Finally, Victor came with a bunch of beer and we all drank together and talked about various things, including Korean movies like The Host, D-War and Oldboy. We also talked a lot about food and ended up on the subject of ramen. They said Korean ramen is much better than the Japanese brands, and that since they had a case of it, they would give me some. Jerry then asked me if I Wanted to go to dinner with them the next day.
The next day I was at the pool again and we all met up. Jerry brought me some ramen and we chatted about where we could go to eat. After we decided, we all went to change our clothes and come back to meet again by the pool. They took a long time to change, probably because there are girls in the group, and I sat by the pool chatting about business ideas and pirating movies with Jhun Cordz, one of the guards that works here. Victor and the girls eventually showed up and off we went.
I took them to Abuhan, a fancy Filipino cuisine place that I was introduced to by Michelle back in July. It was not the same one though. I have, in fact, never found that particular one again, but I guess there are a few around town. The one I took them to was found by Grace back in August when we were hanging out regularly. The food there is amazing. Jerry had fried shrimp, Sally had chicken barbeque and Victor got crispy pata, which is like a huge deep fried pig leg. I rounded things out with pancit canton (chow mein) shanghai fried rice and, of course, chicken wings. We all then shared everything Chinese style. The plan was that they wanted treat me, but it turned out they forgot their money in their room. They had some small change, but I had to make up the rest. Lucky me, I actually happened to have a bit of cash.
We returned to their room to get money and then the plan was to hit The Pump disco, where I met the movie producer. They loved it there. At first it was pretty empty, and we just sat drinking our beer and chatting and enjoying the music. Eventually people started to pour in and we graduated to a bottle of Jose Cuervo tequila, which we didn't take long to finish. The girls were shy to dance at first, but after that they loosened up a lot. We danced and had a ton of fun. Eventually another bottle of Cuervo came and went and we were all pretty much wasted. Jerry was beyond done, though, and I had to carry her out of there.
We took a cab back to our place, but Victor only had huge bills and I only had 40 peso remaining. Reno, one of the guards I hang with on occasion helped out with the cab fare. We carried Jerry into the lobby while we sorted things out, but she fell off the couch we sat her on, and vomited all over the couch and floor. We carried her up to the room, where she also vomited on me while carrying her, and tried to get her into bed. Sally was at her end too. Victor is a big guy so I guess he was at least as okay as I was. Jerry went in the restroom to continue emptying her stomach and Sally went to sleep. As everybody seemed okay I said goodbye and took off.
Instead of going to bed, I ended up downstairs chatting with Reno and Louis, another guard, until the sun came up. The next day I got text messages from Jerry apologizing profusely. I told her all was okay and that I was going to the pool. It was already evening and swimming time since I was sleeping most of the day. I met them all at the pool where Jerry brought me a hand written letter both thanking me and apologizing. It even had little pictures, from stickers, in it. She didn't remember much of anything so we all had fun filling her in on her exploits. I guess she ended up sleeping in the restroom where I last saw her, rolling around in her vomit. Victor simply sprayed her down with the shower nozzle to clean her up. She apparently asked him to slap her in order to wake her up, so he tried three times. It didn't wake her up, so later, when she did awaken, she wondered why her face hurt.
We had a night of fun in the pool until late. Victor didn't know how to swim so we tried teaching him some moves, and otherwise he and Jerry did their "Tom and Jerry" routine where he would chase her around, throw her in the water or dunk her under. After that we all went our separate ways. Funny thing is, they always say they can see me from their room when I am swimming, which means there room should be right across from mine, in the next tower. I have never seen them though. I wonder which room is theirs. They share it with another Korean girl who I saw briefly during our drunken times, and quickly forgot, and maybe she has terrace access from her room, which is why I never see them on the terrace. I don't know.
So I awaken today with a plan to try this Korean ramen, and go pay Reno back for the taxi fare. I am hoping I hear from the movie producer very soon, as rent is a bit overdue and I have no money at the moment. Of course I have some things cooking on another site, which is starting to pick up a bit of steam. Anything can happen when life is an adventure. It makes me remember a quote I came across which stated that, "Stability paralyses the journey."
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