| 24.2.06 |
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went over to the guy's place for lots of American Idol... with my Feedback Control notes in hand... unflipped... the guys were pretty good... better than the girls, at least... had our dinner before that... have been long deprived of our Subway clubs... had my favourite Roasted Chicken Breast with Parmesan Oregano... while he woofed down a foot-long Subway Club... faster than i did my 6-inch... i'm a lousy person to eat with really... half the time i was peering over his shoulder... at some cute guy... nay... watching Wallace and Gromit being played on Repeat (same chapter) over and over again... but it was just his... and therefore ours... his style to eat in near-silence... concentrating on every bite of his food... something i was uncomfortable with it at first... but slowly getting used to it... i still eat pretty slow though... was deciding between Ben and Jerry's and Starbucks... settled for the latter... considering the outlet at United Square had nice comfy looking sofas... and tall glass windows... sadly... it was too freezing cold to stay in the joint... with a Frappacino in hand... so we took the long romantic walk back to his place... we changed the route slightly today... taking the path opposite the one we usually take on the side of Novena Church... walking... talking... and enjoying it... we came to a little sliproad... which had a few pretty walk-up apartments along it... we stood there for a couple of minutes... admiring the penthouse... HIM: "i like that house..." ME: "me too..." HIM: "cheeeee-ken...it's at least 2000 square feet..." just thought that the way he said cheee-ken was quite out-of-character... even if he wanted to use a Hokkien word for some body part at first... it was unlike him as well... but it was funny... as if my self-invented (or maybe inspired by GY) swearwords finally got to him... - chicken backside - wu gui ji dan gao (turtle chicken egg cake) but at the same time... penthouses are stuff that we both want so badly but cant afford... so many a time i wanted to say, "let's work hard for one together..." but thought i might freak him out and upside down... making plans for the future or whatever's next... it's so taboo-ish... yet so natural a thought... i can see myself living with this man... probably the only one who can tolerate me... give in to my whims and outbursts... (maybe not give in... but ignore me effectively until i snap out of it...) much as it would scare him to read this... i want to grow old with him... living out our dreams of penthouses and beachside holidays... but i know better than to over-dream it... we'll take it as it comes... Us, may not be permanent... who knows? but whatever we have now... is more than i can ever ask for... ----Stef stopped rambling at 00:20 --Link to Post |
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