Change

One of my high school /college friend again placed me on the spotlight again, saying how “gay” I look, act, or dress. He said it in public. Normally I would feel like a defensive asshole and lose confidence in what I have to say and do, and I would feel down. But that didn’t happen to me that time. I was very complimented by his comment, because the truly manly people are those that are so called “gay,” because they are happy in what they do and are not afraid of society’s criticism and is willing to fight the crusade of civil rights. I am also pretty flattered in which my sense of fashion is heavily tasty hahha!

Dogs stand for honesty, whistling stands for its casualness, new stands for renewal, and tune stands for the melody of life.

San Diego was quite fun. Although it was a boring Friday night; we did go and hanged out at downtown, at Pinkberry’s, and then the next day we went to the city of Convoy. It is so weird in which I have not met him for many years, and all of a sudden you see this person again. It almost makes you feel as though life is so surreal.

I love him when he says, “Eddy!!! Why aren’t you the clubber anymore!” Boy, 1 year did changed his image of me; he told me that I have changed into a more a sober person. Amidst the past when I was one of the people at the dance floor and being fully liberated, I am no longer that. Do not get me wrong, I am not condemning that. Because when I do feel like going on the dance floor, I can put on some moves and rack up a lot of people willing to let me grind them like they are on a very bumpy rollercoaster. The thing is, he thinks I am more aware of my surroundings and very decisive in things. Like… I have fun, and fool around and people might think I am drunk, but my mind is clearer than them. I know what to do when someone is being pushed out of the way, who is stepping the line and trying to enclose in, and how to do it deal with it in a clear cut way. I guess that is what I’ve absorbed from my lessons. The one thing that surprised him was the way I engage in colloquial conversation, and the topic revolves around the topic I learn from my con law courses and how civil rights work.

In the sea of people who you meet and hang out with, they mold you out. And that is change. Change is unstoppable to the max. The change can destroy you, and it can make you handsome again. Another thing I learned from a friend in nor-cal is to be you. Being too concern about how society will think is too overly consuming. It consumes your soul, in not allowing yourself to express yourself; consequently you would never get to refine happiness in this world.


Anyway, it was an amazing hang out with an old friend. The location was complete opposite in which the neon colors and the bustling streets of Shanghai where I met him and got to know him--, yet we ended up at a mellow environment of the beach in La Jolla, San Diego. 37, 77. HAHAHA! WRAP.