Saturday, January 8, 2011
Last semester, maybe. Maybe not. Got a new phone, am pretty stoked about it. Hope I didn't accidentally turn on the internet, otherwise I will be screwed when the bill comes. Lost my voice. Alternating between sounding like a foghorn or bleeping my words when no sound comes out. CORS is being a bitch to me again, because school starts on Monday and I only have 4 modules.
Met the boyfriend for the first time in the new year today. I love it when he wears blue, which he did today. I like how when we do the simple things or any of our usual things, it still makes the date fun and amazing. I don't think there's anyone out there who gets me or will echo the same sentiments about what a relationship is about like we do. There's a surreal-ness to us that I still feel, even after all this time. And I don't want it to go away, because I think it makes me treasure and appreciate what I have a whole lot more.
On the KL trip, when we were playing truth or dare (it was basically truth), I loathed having to share details about us. In the game, the questions seek to dig out the dirt on you, and it felt intrusive when they asked details about what we have/have not done. It just didn't feel right telling others, making private moments mere fodder for entertainment. Maybe I am being too sensitive, or whatever, but me and him are just that, me&him. Over the years, the new-ness of being in a relationship has worn off and I have finally stopped experimenting with the ways I deal with it. And I realise that I like my privacy about us. If I choose to reveal details, it's probably superficial ones. The only people who know anything are those who matter to me, just the way it should be. So if I don't want to answer questions to prove how daring I am or worldly etc etc, it doesn't mean anything.
So I don't do: pictures of us on fb, names or minute details of time spent together. I am more interested in the emotional side of things. So I like to talk/write about how I felt and maybe put in enough details for me to remember if I ever come across it in the future.
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