After dinner, we went for a lady boy show. Hubby and I watched ones from Bangkok last year. If to comment, we prefered the Bangkok, not only the performers are prettier and their clothes nicer, but the spirit of performance also gain more respect from us.


The show started with some story of prince getting to war, honestly, we don't really understand the message. heheh....

After a few dances, suddenly an out liar turned up. This indicated that not all lady boy are prettier than an ordinary woman..... hehehe

This lady boy was bit of joker. Her initial performance was rather funny but till the end, was rather rude. I gotta blocked my nephew eyes, u know what I mean.

This was a story of white and green snake, I think something like Chinese myth. Anyhow, the green snake was sooooo sweet.

How to compete? I would rather die fat if can't eat.... ahem

After the show end, they requested for photo session and there were where the lady boy could asked for tips. Unlike Bangkok, they actually blocked the main entrance and we gotta squeeze thru them to get back to our car. Most of the young couples did not stay but they mostly targetted the older men. My father was one of them. He made a mistake by taking out his wallet. After tipped one of them, the rest will circled him until he tipped all. I found something was not right and tried to drag him away. At the end, one of the older lady boy scratched my hand. My sis gave me some antiseptic once we got into the car.......

Weird

I feel weird. I had a small row with Hubby last night over a very small matter. He called me names that I don't quite like it so I started to show face even though I know he was joking. After trying to make up a while but I still sort of no response, he began to get angry and kicked our small stool and threw the tv remote.

I felt really upset when he did this. I've told him so many times that he will scared me when he was throwing his tantrum, but he seems to forget everytime he got angry.

Sometimes I would think why things will turned sour, my fault? His fault? Both's fault? I dunno. I am not able to talk to him this morning so I came to work without saying goodbye. He too, did not call me during lunch. Even I suppose to go home now, I do not feel like it. I am not feeling well, I should have go home and sleep. Perhaps he will just smile at me when I return home and everything were forgotten... but I still don't want to go home. Weird, why?