This Place Is About to Blow!

Yesterday night/this morning was one of the BEST nights of clubbing I've had!!

In the words of Ke$ha, the clubs were definitely about to blow! It seemed like almost EVERYONE came out (pun 100% intended) to have some fun!

First of all, the music was ROCKING. I'm not one to praise people easily but DJ Andrew's music was ridiculously good last night.

It was one good song after another, Ke$ha after J. Lo after David Guetta after Lady Gaga after Madonna after LMFAO. Not only that, but the structure was well-constructed, and for once I didn't have to hear the terrible mid-song rappers.

Yes, one of my gripes: Rappers, just because you can, doesn't mean you have to insert yourself into every song that has a pre-final-chorus bridge.

Case in point: Kanye West in Katy Perry's "E.T.", random rapper whom I don't know in Britney's "Hold It Against Me" and also Kanye West in 30stm's "Hurricane" (this guy is everywhere!). I mean, the original was already good enough! Plus it's not as if you were invited to join in on the original CD cut, like Snoop Dogg on "California Gurls" and Ludacris on "Tonight (I'm Lovin' You)".

It's as if you just came in after the release, thought it would be a good idea to boost your profile, and dropped a few random verses that absolutely ruin the flow of the song.

So thankfully, yesterday none of that was played.

Secondly, the crowd was fantastic!

I met a ton of new people last night - and I will apologize because half of your names have already left me when I woke up just now - which I will definitely say Hi to if I see you again because I'm MUCH better with faces. A shoutout to Butterfly, who was completely un-intimidated by me. She danced brilliantly!

Yes, there was a LOT of dancing going down. There were these two really extravagant, out there club dancers on the stage, and I would daresay I matched up with them! It was really fun and exciting.

Then I met the old crowd, people I've gotten to know over the recent months, who I have come to greatly appreciate the company of. A big shoutout goes out to B, whom I was afraid to inconvenience but had little choice - SORRY! - and whom I see has found a boyfriend at last! Congratulations!

OK, words can't fully describe how fun it was. All I can say is, I'm starting to see how Ke$ha loves "the parties, the disasters" and how every night, she is "down to go out", "waking up on a different couch... till the sun's coming up."

It's one of my favorite Ke$ha songs: "Crazy Beautiful Life" and it really does describe a great, young, uninhibited lifestyle without any of the booze and drugs she references in her previous songs!

Take a listen and I dare you to not fall in love with it!

Crazy beautiful life

This MP3 was found at Dilandau MP3

I'll post up photos once Issac uploads them onto his comp!

For now... back to doing more important stuff! Have a great week ahead everyone!

How Quickly It Changes

DISCLAIMER: THIS HAPPENED IN END-JAN/START-FEB.

Week Zero:

1. East Coast Park

Didn't like him too much. Found him a bit weird.

Week One:

1. Chases me

2. Skype

3. Famous Beancurd Dessert

4. Angry Birds

Week Two:

1. Birthday Party

2. Getting books

3. Talking about life and how scary things can get.

4. Starts to like him.

Week Three:

1. Movie with two other people.

2. He asks me a crucial question I find weird.

3. Skype - but significantly lesser.

4. I really start to like him.

Week Four:

1. Falling for someone else.

2. Telling me how you fell for someone else.

3. Starts to ignore my texts and calls, and texts me less.

Week Five:

1. Un-friended me on FB.

2. Ignores me in person.

3. Never replies my texts.

4. Makes me sad, sad, sad.

And I see him every week in clubs.

I just wish he would talk to me. I keep telling him how sorry I am, that that's just the way I am, that's the way I talk, and touch him...

But does he care?

Guess I shouldn't worry about him reading this blog, then.

I'm like Taylor Swift, or Meredith Grey. If you treat me right, I won't say anything.

The Most Awkward Dental Appointment EVER

In the afternoon I went to my usual orthodontist/dentist to get my braces removed. Now, for a long time, I suspected my orthodontist, let's call him Doc, was gay. First of all, everytime I went, he would stroke my forearms in a... weird way. And he would ask things like, "After I take the braces off, let's still remain friends, okay?"

OK, but I never thought myself hot enough to be an object of his desire... just maybe that he was touchy-feely or something. Today, however, it all came to light.

Today I arrived HALF AN HOUR LATE because I booked out late.

When I entered the room, he told me, "Why today you so late? Later my partner upset that we're not eating dinner together."

I responded, "Sorry sorry, I booked out late. Got a lot of things to do."

Doc: "You care about your camp, don't care about me?"

Me: "Erm... no."

I sat in the chair, and he began to do his braces-removal procedure.

(I'm gonna skip all the boring dentistry parts, and get to the parts that made me incredibly uncomfortable.)

It started out innocuously enough:

Doc: "So do you have a girlfriend?"

Me: "No."

Doc: "Are you single?"

Me: "Yes."

Doc: "How many dates have u had?"

Me: *BEEP*

Doc: "So many? Oh no, I mean exes."

Me: *BEEP*

Doc: "Oh... Do you break hearts, or does your heart get broken?"

Me: "My heart gets broken all the time."

Doc: "I see... Are they older than you?"

Pause. What is he getting at? I'm not that flaming enough for it to be clear.

Me: "Yeah."

Doc: "All of them?"

Me: "Mm."

Pause.

Doc: "I see... So do you go clubbing?"

Me: "Yeah."

Doc: "Which clubs?"

Me: "Zirca."

Doc: "On Sunday night?"

Uh oh, he's testing the waters. Should I?

Me: "I guess."

Doc: "Anywhere else?"

Me: "Errr..."

Ah, what the fuck. How much worse can it get? (NEVER think that.)

Me: "Play."

Doc: "Ah! Play, yes, Play. How old is the oldest guy you've been with?"

Me: *BEEP*

Doc: "Oh, I see. So age is no issue for you?"

Me: "I guess not."

Doc: "What do you look for in a guy?"

Me: "Someone who loves spending time outdoors, loves sports, kind, funny."

Doc: "I see. Do you play tennis?"

Me: "I watch tennis, but I'm terrible at it. My best friend always beats me."

Doc: "Would a 40-year-old be too old for you?"

Me: "Um. We'd have to find something in common first."

Doc: "Do you like oral?"

(WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Me: "Um. Yes?"

Doc: "Giving or taking?"

Me: "Uh..."

Doc: "Are you No. 1 or No. 2?"

Me: "WHAT?!"

Doc: "Top or bottom?"

Me: *BEEP*

Doc: "Orh I see, I see... Yeah I guessed as much."

(Is it THAT obvious?)

Doc: "Do you want to go out and have dinner with me sometime?"

Me: (thinking 'Oh fuck') "I thought you had a partner?"

Doc: "No, I was lying to you just to make you feel guilty."

Me: "Right. When was your last relationship?"

Doc: "Oh. A long time ago. My heart got broken too. A guy your age lah."

Me: "19?"

Doc: "No. 29."

Me: "That's not my age."

Doc: "He bullied me. By the way, do you know about Grindr?"

Me: "Yeah. I don't use it."

Doc: "Why not? Where do you go to meet guys?"

Me: "Friends of friends of friends. It's all connected."

Doc: "I see, I see. Are you looking for a boyfriend?"

Now, I do suffer from Couples Envy once in a while, but I'm not desperate.

Me: "I don't think this would work."

Doc: (crestfallen) "Oh..."

Me: "Yes." (patting his hand) "You'll find love someday."

Doc: "Well, you have my number. If you're ever around this area, can give me a call, and I'll buy you coffee or lunch."

Me: "It's okay."

When did I start giving out such good faith? I'm still jaded ol' me.

Now take note, all this was happening AS HE WAS CLIPPING MY BRACES AWAY. He was standing over me, just working on my teeth, and I gave short responses because 1) I couldn't talk and 2) I didn't WANT to talk.

It was incredibly awkward, as you can see, and I don't know if I can go back there in a few months' time and not feel uncomfortable...

Spell It Out For Me

Yesterday night was so much fun!!!

Went out clubbing again, and for a change this time around, I DIDN'T waste myself! For the past two weeks, I was bouncing around, talking to random people, drinking abundantly, and before the night was over I would be more wasted than Lady Gaga's talent in Singapore.

But yesterday I regulated my drinking. No dinner drinks, no pre-clubbing warm-up shots, only an apple cider, glass of white wine and store-bought LIT before entering the club, and only a cranberry rum after I entered! Woohoo.

As a result, yesterday I was very lucid. Still, because the music was extremely good - David Guetta and J.Lo back to back! - I managed to dance up a storm with my campmate/fellow clubber friend M. Also M's self-proclaimed fag hag friends were there as well, and it was fun hearing them dish on the gay guys and lesbian fights taking place around them.

And, get this: Remember that date I spoke about in Anti-Valentine's Day? The one I thought was into me, but turned out to be avoiding me?

I bumped into him yesterday night in the club! I was totally gracious toward him. We're cool, man, we're cool.

But a part of me couldn't help wondering, "What went wrong?" As you know, I thought the date went pretty well, and so I almost bounded after him to ask, "Hey, mind telling me what turned you off?"

Thank God for Issac, one of my incredibly-good friends, who kept me from going after him and demanding an explanation. In the end I just let it go, chalking it up to one of those things that just wasn't meant to be, a myriad of misperceptions and misunderstandings.

We're cool man, we're cool.

See, here's the thing. I'm very much like a straight guy in the sense that you have to spell it out for me. I'm extremely EXTREMELY bad at taking hints, as many of my friends will tell you. I am terribly bad at assessing my surroundings, and I have to work hard at my situational awareness especially in cases where emotions are running high. In the end I am more likely to crack a really inappropriate joke that will either defuse the tension or make it 100% worse.

So if you are on a date with me, and something I'm doing isn't to your liking, you need to make it clear to me what I'm doing wrong. And by 'clear' I don't mean little "er-hems" that are supposed to mean something to me other than you have phlegm in your throat.

(Yes. I'm a blockhead that way. Think Phil Dunphy from Modern Family.)

Of course I'm not stereotyping straight guys. I know some who are very savvy at EQ, and are able to play out emotions like a member of a professional bomb squad.

But I'm not like that. I can actively change what I'm doing, shut up, or try to improve the situation, but only if you make it obvious there is something about me you're not getting. Otherwise, it won't go anywhere with me, and you'll end up still being frustrated.

And of course, I won't be able to read if you're not into me. It's a skill I'm working on - please do not forget I'm only 19 years of age - so I need a lot of spelling-it-out-for-me in this aspect. Don't start avoiding me, because then I'll start messaging you with things like, "Dude. Are you alive?"

Of course after a while I'll get the hint and back off, but it would really save me some time and self-doubt if you would just take the small effort to text back, "Hey. I think we should be friends for now."

I would text that to you if, on my side, I felt things weren't going right, so I expect the same courtesy. How difficult can that be?

"Girl, give it up! He's just not that into you."