Roti Boy
Went out with Sittha today, saw Transamerica. Felicity Huffman was fantastic, you could almost forget she was actually a woman. So many things you take for granted as a girl, like walking and sitting and eating a certain way. Man, I'm blogging this pretty late and I'm pretty wiped out. Was just talking to Alan - can you believe he got into two different majors at Chula? Good for him. Anyhow, we got carried away, so here I am, really tired, but I just wanted to update before I forget. Sittha was late - showed at twelve, although he told me eleven-thirty. No biggie because I was in Kinokuniya finishing up a book I started last time I was there (it was good, but not good enough for me to buy). We were going to watch the noon showing, but of course, that couldn't happen, but thankfully, there was a one-thirty one. Anyhow, here's the real meat of my story. So, we bought our tickets and had an one and a half to kill and Sittha was telling me he wanted to try out this hot bun place that always has a line like a mile long called Roti Boy, so we walked down and yes, there really was a mile-long (well, a block-long) line, which we joined. It was hot and it took a long time, but I didn't really mind much and not because of the buns (which were nicely buttery, but overrated and what the heck, there was a limit of ten to a person? This lady asked Sittha to buy her five and he made a profit of twenty-five baht. He didn't want it, but the lady insisted.) There was this really cute guy behind us, exactly my type, Chinese-looking, glasses and guess what? A graduate of medical technology from Chula! Could you just die? I love science guys! He just got behind me in line and started saying, "Darn, there's a long line again" and I kinda smiled and he went on, "But you know, they're worth it." He had a nice smile. Then we talked a bit more, about the buns mostly. So that was kinda nice - I will now think of him as Roti Boy. Too bad he had to rush off to a client meeting. Sigh. Well, I did have an okay time anyway. Sittha was nice enough to drive me home. Right before my soi there's a McDonald's and he stopped and got a sundae and forgot completely that he was driving and was unable to eat it. I ended up having to spoon it in his mouth and God, do I suck at that! He finally just grabbed it out of my hands and said, "I'll do it myself." Whoops. His whole car smelled like those Roti Boy buns. Made me think of...well, Roti Boy. Hahahaha. Sittha also lent me two DVDs, which I'll have to find time to watch, because apparently, he's going to give me a pop quiz. Found out today he can't swim, so that totally blows Alan's theory that if he and I (both non-swimmers) were out with Sittha on a sinking boat, Sittha could save us. I know now we would all die, so I will avoid doing anything water-related with those two. Darn, I'm sleepy. I'll just wrap this up. Ah, Roti Boy, you almost made me forget about my broken heart. Just almost; but he'll always be at the back of my mind - or the front of my mind or in the photo I keep near my...uh, too much info. Gotta go to sleep now.
Final thought: Roti Boy. Yum.