Shelter

So a lot has happened over the past couple of days. I feel energized, slightly sexier than before, and ever ready to look for love again.

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Today, I watched Shelter, one of the most amazing character-driven shows I’ve watched. Best? Probably not, but pretty amazing.

I’m not going to spoil the story, but I loved the way the sex scenes were tastefully done and the little ways they showed affection for each other. It’s like an arthouse flick, but with more talking and it built up nicely into a feel good finish.

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Last night, I finished watching the 2nd season of How I Met Your Mother, and was just overcome by a flurry of emotions. Some parts of me wanted the wonderful wedding and marriage that Marshall and Lily had, some parts of me identified with the way Barney was nobody’s best friend and, through his tough exterior, seeped a screaming loneliness, and the rest of me wished I was as funny as Ted. Ok, fine, I can dream can’t I?

Oh, and Kourtney Kang. It still counts.

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On Friday night, under the pretext of wanting to check out what this Taboo is all about, I, accompanied by my gay-but-doesn’t-want-to-admit-it-and-now-even-I’m-beginning-to-doubt-that-he-is friend A, and my newfound friend TH to Play. The plan was to go to Play, hang there for a while, and hop on to Taboo when it was more crowded, and the mens are shirtless and gyrating each other.

See, now I seldom to go clubs simply because I think I can’t dance, and I’m fat and no one wants to hit on me. But I went - to check it out I tell myself - first time ever in a gay bar with people I barely knew.

Some barely famous Singaporean actor was there at an event which I assume to be some kind of celebratory party for some gay show that they’re blah blah blah who cares. Anyway, hot boys galore! And A, being all knowing in his current position, spotted several boys that one would never think would be there. Ok, I’m trying to be as detailed and as vague as I possibly can, go along with it. Hot hot hot boys. So many hot boys, oh somebody shoot me now.

Anyway, the rest of the story was pretty boring, I got semi drunk because TH decided to give me this horrid herbal concoction - Graveyard - and started dancing. Me. Dancing. In a club. I’d never thought I’d see the day. And worse. I had fun. My oh my.

But ultimately, I’m really proud of myself. After breaking up with the Boyfriend, I was so fearful that I couldn’t grow without him. but lo and behold, I’ve grown so much over the past few weeks, doing all these crazy things and totally not realising that I have no money to pay for any of it.

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Spanish class was fun! My teacher was this hyperactive overly happy tiny lady who was nicely proportioned in the right areas, and shook her booty every time she erased the white board. Jerry from Singapore Idol was also there. Wearing an Elmo T-shirt, which I will let go on the count that he’s kinda cute. And that he’s one of the less dumb people there.

I mean, come on people, I was at Berlitz with a Japanese girl who couldn’t even speak a word of English, and she faired better in class activities. Then again, this is a little too basic for me, but I prefer the method of pedagogy, it was more grammar based than vocab based, unlike Berlitz. The class is bigger and we don’t get much speak-time, but I think I’m more suited to this style though.

Plus, there was a totally cute and hot boy there. We’ll see.

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I also finished the 2nd season of Work Out, and watching the passing of Doug Blasdell really touched my heart, and I bet even (really cute and amazing) Jesse will agree with me that he was as good role-model for us, not just as gay men, but as human beings. I don’t usually have (m)any role models in life, but Doug is definitely going on that list.

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I just realised 3 of the 5 things I did involved watching a screen. Geez I’m such a loser.