absolutum dominium

(coz i'm too lazy to think of a title.)


his best friend just got attached. so he sent me an sms: "dinner at 7pm?"

i was fucking exhausted. let's just say these 2 days were just running around. yesterday it was troop-to-nus day to try and meet up with people. but i guess it's hard to meet up with people coz of the timetables clashes etc so tt is tt. anyway i did manage to meet up gy and jane (and say hi to sam and a few other people along the way), so tt was pretty decent. god knows why i was so tired.

today i had lunch with my uncle and aunt - dad's friends. one of those political arrangements tt you undertake so as to help your father build up better relations with his peers. tt being said, lunch was excellent. we had it at the canteen by les amis, this upmarket restaurant at the side of shaw centre tt is a part of tt really expensive les amis group. it's pretty reasonable. $28.00 for a set lunch gets you a starter (either a salad or a soup), a main course (pork, pike or pasta), a dessert and either coffee or tea. the portions are kinda small (for me), but the food is fucking good (and you'd probably be paying at least $10.00 more if not for the set lunch promotion). ooh. and i had my first ride in a mercedes slk coupe car. so fun.

oh. and my maid ran away. KNNCCB what the fuck man.

but i digress. after ascertaining tt my parents didn't need me around, we did meet up for dinner at pizza taglio at wisma. basically his best friend wanted to intro him to his new gf whom he'd met at this 'life-improvement/confidence building' course function tt he'd attended. one of the many things i find so amazing is how different he and his best friend are. one is the ultimate pai kia, one the ultimate mummy's boy. one glorifies dark colours and messy dressing, one forever wears light-coloured shirts, fully-buttoned and tucked in. most fascinating.

the comment tt his best friend's new girl says about him is tt no one has ever made her laugh this hard. well. tt was why i fell so hard for him in the first place. because no one has ever made me laugh this hard. or continues to make me laugh this hard.

we were evaluating the girl when he was sending me back. looks simple, looks sweet, looks nice. well. and our simultaneous conclusion? no one can ever really be this sweet, simple or nice. esp if she's also an sc girl. sc girls have layers. we've been trained to carry ourselves and to present ourselves well. if we want to, we can show people what they want to see, or what we want them to see, and we can keep them out of the rest of our lives or our identities without a sweat. you can tell when someone is only showing you what he or she wants you to see. and we can both see tt.

but then again i guess if you're happy, he's happy, and no one is hurt. then by all means. i mean come on let's face it, no one is fucking perfect. a lot of us have pasts or parts of ourselves tt we're not proud about. and who is to say or to judge us on tt tt is past?

i noticed as we were walking to the bus stop, tt we walk in sync. and no, it wasn't intentional. we just happen to walk at the same pace and with the same foot first. to the bus stop to take the bus, and from the bus stop to my place. and he comments tt i'm the right size and the right height for him to hold comfortably.

comfortably. i like the sound of tt. 9 days and counting.