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saga of the VCD ~ June 29, 2003 - 8:27 p.m. so, plans never seem to work out the way you want them to. I still can't get my new toy to work. when I got home that night and went to hook up my spankin' new VCD player, it turned out that my tv didn't have the right kind of outlets. so yesterday I went to the market to get the alternate cord that you need if you don't have the right kind of outlets. still didn't work. today I went to the market and told the folks at the electronics stall where I bought the cord that I couldn't get it to work. the guy there offered to come home with me and help me hook up the system, promised he'd give my money back if it still didn't work. it was an exercise in trust, but all I really wanted was for someone to come to my house to make it work. so I said yes. and then he tried to make a move on me once he was standing in my bedroom. asshole. there's a slight possibility that he was just trying to pet my cat, but I'm pretty sure he was trying to kiss me. I freaked out and started yelling. what, you think because I'm a farang you don't have to be polite?! and this is something that drives me up the wall over here. white girls are considered "easy". they can see that we live by different moral standards than lao girls, but they're not really sure where the boundaries are, so they always freakin' haveta push it. just to see how far they can go. like, I might be willing to have sex with him just because I let him into my house. asshole. when I yelled, he shrank away like he'd been kicked and went back to the tv-- excuse me, madam, kaw toat, kaw toat-- and I fumed, and tried to decide if I should kick him out of my house right then and there. but he was *so* apologetic, and then I started to think-- god, what if he was just trying to pet my cat? and, the fucked up thing is, I really wanted my VCD player to work. so I let him stay. I even gave him a ride home, although I was cold and uncommunicative the whole way. he finally said the problem is with my tv, and that I should bring it to the market tomorrow morning and he'll fix it. and much as I'm not wild about giving him my business, he's really not any better or worse than most of the guys around. and of course, what it really comes down to is that I really want my VCD player to work. so maybe I can talk noy into getting up early to help me drag my tv to the market. I don't really want to strap it to my motorbike. oh, and I've had a fever and a headache for the last two days. sick in bed, wishing I could watch the movies I rented a few days ago. so, you know. I'm a little obsessed.
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