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** his parents picked us up from suntec on their way back from work... it was probably the first time the four of us are in the same space... they asked for my name... finally... and his mom finally asked me stuff non-food related... like what dialect my parents are... whether i windsurf too... ...therefore the highly confusing skin colour... whether we were from the same sec school... it's a good start... better than the usual "auntie...uncle..." and dart into his room... though i still think his dad still kinda cold... he speaks to tristan more... =( i know it's irritating that i'm still at it after so long... being with him is still so surreal... havent gotten used to the Dreams Come True notion... and the fact that he's been sending me home late at nite... all the way from Thomson to Sengkang... is like so utterly too-good-to-be-true... he has been nothing but a blessing... even after the day when i kicked the huge fuss abt promises and shyt... walking out on him and all... when i apologised... there was no indignant reprimanding.. just a simple, "no biggie..." and he treats me so well... at least better than most bfs i hear about... his little actions add up to a lot... man! how can i not love him to bits? his favourite phrase of the moment: "you want to be tickled?" (read Tik-curled.) whenever i mess up his hair... ----Stef stopped rambling at 01:34 --Link to Post |
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