The last thing anyone in a taxi would wanna hear when driving through an empty street without street lights and no other cars, except for a few passers every two minutes, is how the street is haunted with female hitchhikers who would run into cars, which would make the driver of that car swerve until it lures itself to a pitch and crash. Yes, it was a few kilometers away from my house and the taxi cab driver just had to come up with that story. I was freaked out and I couldn’t talk much until I see my house and I think I’m gonna end up sleeping with the lights on tonight.
The only reason why I went to 50 street tonight was to meet up with Steve and his wife. I, being a bit earlier than them, met up with ConusedHotty (yes, dude, if you’re reading this, I kinda took your really coolness in being a friend of a gay man for granted and called you this though I know how perfectly straight you are and that I could not really hit on any man anyways but can’t help finding you hot haha). ConusedHotty and I always end up having good chats. I kinda felt comfortable confiding in him about how nervous I was about the music video this Sunday morning.
I guess it’s only normal to be nervous when you’ve invited a whole lot of friends into a bar at 10am in the morning. I don’t underestimate my friends at all and I treat them with respect. It has its ups most of the time but the downs is when I kinda could feel intimidated for the possibility of lack of professionalism they might see in me, due to me being self conscious. That was another reason I could relate myself with PukeBag. She was thinking of not doing the dance anymore since she was being a bit self conscious. My reaction? Empathy. I know how she would’ve felt, given I’ve been there and also given, I do feel a bit nervous for the shoot myself. I KNOW it’s gonna be awesome but questions were there. Will they like it? Will I do a good job? Will they listen to me?
Being in a table with ConusedHotty, BigSis, CuteDork, PukeBag and her other friends was just awesome. That was what I needed. Therapeutic as a blessing in disguise, I have been starving for good friends. I guess BigSis coming back to Myanmar had enlightened me up a lot and being in one cool group was just tres awesome. By cool, I did not mean we’re hot and all that. We were just being funny and drama free. Yes, it’s like a fresh air of awesomeness to breathe a lack of drama in 50 street tonight.
On another good note, although I have been telling myself how my case with Maltesers did not have anything to do with me being wrong, I do admit I learnt something from it. Being honest and confrontational. I had wanted Maltesers to come to terms with her weakness (even though I have never initiated to bring it up but thanks to her housemate, SM, who told her what I thought of her). Despite the fact that you cannot tell a princess to stop being snobby, a bragger to stop bragging or a spotlight stealer to share spotlights, I did have some moments where I wanted Maltesers to just question herself instead of saying I’m wrong and she’s right. One can always blame on one’s personality but it’s not always wise to not take in what others think.
So, Maltesers did tell SM how I sucked at confronting and how she had wished I told her upfront about this, which I kinda semi-disagreed. But regardless, I was glad to have been really open with Shaggy. Shaggy and I met one night when we were both drunk. Back then, this dude lacks hair and he was a clean cut nice guy. Then, later, he went all bitter and sarcastic at my gayness and started being a bit abusive about me being gay around my friends. I didn’t have to do anything since my friends gave him the evil. Somehow, I never wanted to have to come to terms with him. Three hours ago and before several glasses of booze in his system, he opened up about a certain issue, which is not worth blogging since I respect his privacy. I told him the truth. I told him how I knew he was an awesome guy but somehow in the middle, I thought he didn’t want me around and I backed away, also thinking he’s an asshole. Yes, I told him straight. And I also told him how he ACTUALLY has a huge potential to be a champ. I guess it was nice that I told him. Cos he apologized, which wasn’t actually needed. I mean, life is short and people has opinions. It’s not entirely his fault that he could be abusive and pessimistic at times. Somehow, I just knew he DOES have an adequate boost of goodness in him.
It’s a good night! And I owe it all to Steve’s invitation. Funny how I didn’t end up hanging with him. I guess we both do have different groups of friends. He’ll always be my brother though. Love ya, dude!
The only reason why I went to 50 street tonight was to meet up with Steve and his wife. I, being a bit earlier than them, met up with ConusedHotty (yes, dude, if you’re reading this, I kinda took your really coolness in being a friend of a gay man for granted and called you this though I know how perfectly straight you are and that I could not really hit on any man anyways but can’t help finding you hot haha). ConusedHotty and I always end up having good chats. I kinda felt comfortable confiding in him about how nervous I was about the music video this Sunday morning.
I guess it’s only normal to be nervous when you’ve invited a whole lot of friends into a bar at 10am in the morning. I don’t underestimate my friends at all and I treat them with respect. It has its ups most of the time but the downs is when I kinda could feel intimidated for the possibility of lack of professionalism they might see in me, due to me being self conscious. That was another reason I could relate myself with PukeBag. She was thinking of not doing the dance anymore since she was being a bit self conscious. My reaction? Empathy. I know how she would’ve felt, given I’ve been there and also given, I do feel a bit nervous for the shoot myself. I KNOW it’s gonna be awesome but questions were there. Will they like it? Will I do a good job? Will they listen to me?
Being in a table with ConusedHotty, BigSis, CuteDork, PukeBag and her other friends was just awesome. That was what I needed. Therapeutic as a blessing in disguise, I have been starving for good friends. I guess BigSis coming back to Myanmar had enlightened me up a lot and being in one cool group was just tres awesome. By cool, I did not mean we’re hot and all that. We were just being funny and drama free. Yes, it’s like a fresh air of awesomeness to breathe a lack of drama in 50 street tonight.
On another good note, although I have been telling myself how my case with Maltesers did not have anything to do with me being wrong, I do admit I learnt something from it. Being honest and confrontational. I had wanted Maltesers to come to terms with her weakness (even though I have never initiated to bring it up but thanks to her housemate, SM, who told her what I thought of her). Despite the fact that you cannot tell a princess to stop being snobby, a bragger to stop bragging or a spotlight stealer to share spotlights, I did have some moments where I wanted Maltesers to just question herself instead of saying I’m wrong and she’s right. One can always blame on one’s personality but it’s not always wise to not take in what others think.
So, Maltesers did tell SM how I sucked at confronting and how she had wished I told her upfront about this, which I kinda semi-disagreed. But regardless, I was glad to have been really open with Shaggy. Shaggy and I met one night when we were both drunk. Back then, this dude lacks hair and he was a clean cut nice guy. Then, later, he went all bitter and sarcastic at my gayness and started being a bit abusive about me being gay around my friends. I didn’t have to do anything since my friends gave him the evil. Somehow, I never wanted to have to come to terms with him. Three hours ago and before several glasses of booze in his system, he opened up about a certain issue, which is not worth blogging since I respect his privacy. I told him the truth. I told him how I knew he was an awesome guy but somehow in the middle, I thought he didn’t want me around and I backed away, also thinking he’s an asshole. Yes, I told him straight. And I also told him how he ACTUALLY has a huge potential to be a champ. I guess it was nice that I told him. Cos he apologized, which wasn’t actually needed. I mean, life is short and people has opinions. It’s not entirely his fault that he could be abusive and pessimistic at times. Somehow, I just knew he DOES have an adequate boost of goodness in him.
It’s a good night! And I owe it all to Steve’s invitation. Funny how I didn’t end up hanging with him. I guess we both do have different groups of friends. He’ll always be my brother though. Love ya, dude!
Listening to: Uncle Kracker - Smile
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