And then, that call around noon, it made everything so much better. That call, which by the way, woke me up from my sleep (having spent the night before doing that god awful online Immunology assignment), made my day. Seeing you a short two hours later made it even better. Having you tell me everything that's been going on and not cutting me out from this horrid part of your life, made it even better. The hugs, kisses and whispers of "I love you" in my ear were like cherries on top of an amazing chocolate-y cake of a day. But then it gets even better – drivers ed. class together! Your first class in about 2 years or so, and our first class together sitting side by side, making me copy all your notes so that you could copy off me later, and looking at me like I was a total nerd!
Then I guessed the night was over and I wouldn't be seeing you for a long time again, but you were sweet enough to invite me over, again, not cutting me out from all the drama that was happening. But then it gets better, yes it does – inviting me over to your place WITH your Mom and sister at home! Knowing you, doing that was a big deal. And then we played poker with your clique (I was merely the card shuffler), as your fluffy white dog pranced around all over the place, being so adorable. She's so fluffy, you feel like squishing her to bits (in a non-murderous way of course!). Things got a little freaky though when we all went silent, listening to noises of toilet doors randomly shutting and footsteps outside your house and the wind blowing ferociously. I know he's your dad, but god was I scared! Then it was our cue to leave. As you stayed behind and waited for your Dad to 'come back', I left with yourclique (I say your clique not ours, because as much as I enjoy their wonderful company, especially last night, I don't want to assume I'm a part of it unless you say I am) we lepak-ed (I couldn't think of a more appropriate word! Sorry, but my vocabulary skills are diminishing by the day) at Pioneer mall, with them sharing stories of their funny pasts. With the rain pouring so heavily, we called it a night at about 4:30, me being the only one staying in Bukit Batok! But then it gets even better. Receiving your text while I was bored to death studying for my exams just now.
Oh how weird it is for me to write about my day. It feels like I haven't written a somewhat detailed description of my daily happenings, in a long long time. It brings me back to the days where I was in secondary school, where everyone seemed to blog, and the joy of blogging only came from choosing cool blog templates and 'showing off' how cool you were by blogging about going to West Mall after school to have lunch with all your 'awesome' friends at KFC. This coupled with crappy 2 megapixel photos, taken with an equally crappy cellphone, of you and your friends doing 'crazy' shit like creating concoctions of all sorts of food mixed together. Oh, how those were the days where my biggest dilemma was getting my uniform pants to sag the right amount!
