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the long awaited "force-the-guy-to-write-me-mushy-email" email is finally here... at least this time it isnt plagarised from some Moulin Rouge song... or in capital letters... but the reason why i am talking about this here is a line in it that i was like, "oh really?" i know it's super mean to extract from his email and talk about it here... but i have to... it was bugging me in the shower... while reading my Feedback Control notes... thing is... "really think it's not easy to find someone that u can be so at ease with.."is that true? i mean... are there only so few people you can actually connect with in this world? while i'd like to be all confident and say i can get along with most people... definitely not all... i really cant... i mean there are people who would definitely be on different wavelengths... thus can never connect on the same level... but there must be more than just a handful on the same wavelength right? if you think about it from a Physics point of view... there is only so few frequencies for 6 billion people to share... bound to be millions sharing the same... is the idea of a exclusive connection real? or is it simply just an ideal to bolster the not-so-magical of relationships? truth is... the guy and i, we click, despite having differences... click, clique, however you spell it... we werent exactly brought up on the same language.. but i guess after years of being brainwashed by Hollywood and the likes... his english (AND mandarin) is probably 10 times better than mine... we dont exactly share the same values... him being the laidback type... not caring for very much else than those absolutely necessary... and me fussing over minute details... like how i must divide parts of my towel for different parts of the body... ends for hair and unmentionables... middle for face and the mentionables... he doesnt exactly have a sweet tooth... while i love chocolates and candies to bits... which means i get to finish them! though he started getting his hands on my coffee chocs and jellybeans... but the part about us spending time together... feeling comfortable with one another... just seem so effortless... so much so that it makes me feel as if i could do that with anybody if so i wanted... not that i want to... he gets irritating sometimes with the rib-poking, repetition of lame one-liners... but a night out or a walk downtown would never feel the same without these... on the other hand... being with him is just so easy... easy beyond the usual easy... like with family... i can just let my guard down... act as whiney and childish as i so please... without thinking about whatever he will think of me... i dont know if i could do the same with anyone else... he doesnt ask me to grow up... nor ask me to get serious... but instead... reciprocates with a side of him probably only i get to see... plus the fact that he doesnt use all the expletives he uses with his friends when he's with me... uh-oh... is that good or bad? but even Korean BBQ with his dad the other day was quite enjoyable... i think i stepped out of the paranoia already... letting my guard down slurping away on the ultra-yummy Spicy Tofu Soup... and also coz his dad introduced us to the next table's people as "my son and his girlfriend"... *floats* verbalisation makes so much of a difference! i fully appreciate the relationship that we're having... despite the many times i pick on the little things... it takes 5 seconds for me to get rude to him... but 5 minutes to comprehend the real situation... very unfair to him... but he's been ever so understanding... i cant tell if the connection is exclusive... truth is... i felt a connection with my ex 6 years ago... only for it to end like how a movie never should have... i dont have much experience to go by anyway... but whatever it is... the connection with the guy has been magical... he made me love Taiwanese talkshows... i think i made him love Poiful jellybeans... we're good... i think we're good... ----Stef stopped rambling at 03:05 --Link to Post |
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