You know those TV series episodes which really are continuous like Heroes and Desperate Housewives? No matter how continuous the episodes are, there are some episodes in between which make you go ‘wtf’ until you reach the middle of the episode and it finally has some connection with the prior episode.
Everything in my life sorta changed today. What used to be a drive out of my suburb was now a walk to a taxi stand outside my suburb. What used to be a noisy house with ten people was now a quiet house with five people. What used to be a one person bed was now a queen sized. What used to be a bed with one person was to become a bed with two people in it. What used to be a boring Monday at work was now a day at work where time shifts three hours from the last time you look at the time. What used to be a one hour stay at a music mixer’s house was now from seven from nine thirty pm.
I woke up this morning to see my grand-dad, grandmom, uncle and two nurses leave for Bangkok for their check up routine. Normally, my grand-dad wouldn’t join the ride but this time round, he has to go somehow. Since the car and the driver was used for their ride to the airport, I ended up having to take a taxi cab to work. I was a bit bored having to walk down a few blocks out of my suburb but my heart jumped when I saw a yellow taxi cab. Parami taxi company came up with these air conditioned beauties like ages ago but somehow I never got to ride them. Whenever I take a taxi cab, it would be just those fucked up car with cab drivers who charge me more than needed.
Monday morning was different at work. I ended up doing translations for Vchick with thought of how BooMan would be doing since he’s got a job interview today. I talked to one of my gay friends afterwards and kinda invited him over for a sleepover. I have him on facebook and I assume he knows about me and BooMan. I do not really have a separate bed and since I’ll have to sleep in my grandparents’ room, I’d be sleeping on a queen sized bed. So, at first, I was thinking about a good companied night in a quiet house. Somehow, I was brought to my senses when I picture BooMan in my mind with Olli on the same bed. No matter how much I trust BooMan, this would fuck me up to extreme. I mentioned this to BooMan somehow since it became a bit of a topic later and he was glad I told him and I kinda like what he said. I forgot the exact words to it but it was somewhere along the lines of avoiding things to happen which could have a different effect at the point where it happens. So, like no matter how much I trust my gay friend, if I didn’t avoid what I could’ve done today, I would never know what could become out of a push and shove. And as I’ve mentioned, it feels fucked to just think of imagining BooMan with another guy in his bed with him.
I went to MZ’s house after work, the dude who’s working on the mixdown of the multiple tracks on my songs. He was working on my song “Innocence” and though I had fun watching him at work, I kinda lost track of time and found out it was 9:30 pm only after the song was done.
Despite the dramatic changes in the scenery, some things stay the same. My driver going home late, my ever growing love for BooMan and pile of things to do at work.
Everything in my life sorta changed today. What used to be a drive out of my suburb was now a walk to a taxi stand outside my suburb. What used to be a noisy house with ten people was now a quiet house with five people. What used to be a one person bed was now a queen sized. What used to be a bed with one person was to become a bed with two people in it. What used to be a boring Monday at work was now a day at work where time shifts three hours from the last time you look at the time. What used to be a one hour stay at a music mixer’s house was now from seven from nine thirty pm.
I woke up this morning to see my grand-dad, grandmom, uncle and two nurses leave for Bangkok for their check up routine. Normally, my grand-dad wouldn’t join the ride but this time round, he has to go somehow. Since the car and the driver was used for their ride to the airport, I ended up having to take a taxi cab to work. I was a bit bored having to walk down a few blocks out of my suburb but my heart jumped when I saw a yellow taxi cab. Parami taxi company came up with these air conditioned beauties like ages ago but somehow I never got to ride them. Whenever I take a taxi cab, it would be just those fucked up car with cab drivers who charge me more than needed.
Monday morning was different at work. I ended up doing translations for Vchick with thought of how BooMan would be doing since he’s got a job interview today. I talked to one of my gay friends afterwards and kinda invited him over for a sleepover. I have him on facebook and I assume he knows about me and BooMan. I do not really have a separate bed and since I’ll have to sleep in my grandparents’ room, I’d be sleeping on a queen sized bed. So, at first, I was thinking about a good companied night in a quiet house. Somehow, I was brought to my senses when I picture BooMan in my mind with Olli on the same bed. No matter how much I trust BooMan, this would fuck me up to extreme. I mentioned this to BooMan somehow since it became a bit of a topic later and he was glad I told him and I kinda like what he said. I forgot the exact words to it but it was somewhere along the lines of avoiding things to happen which could have a different effect at the point where it happens. So, like no matter how much I trust my gay friend, if I didn’t avoid what I could’ve done today, I would never know what could become out of a push and shove. And as I’ve mentioned, it feels fucked to just think of imagining BooMan with another guy in his bed with him.
I went to MZ’s house after work, the dude who’s working on the mixdown of the multiple tracks on my songs. He was working on my song “Innocence” and though I had fun watching him at work, I kinda lost track of time and found out it was 9:30 pm only after the song was done.
Despite the dramatic changes in the scenery, some things stay the same. My driver going home late, my ever growing love for BooMan and pile of things to do at work.
Listening to: Katy Perry - Teenage dream
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