The Affair in Malaysia
Yes, I just returned from Malaysia with him :)
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He was particularly frisky today. Having succinctly and mysteriously instructed me to meet him at 1130hs at Tanjong Pagar MRT and period (as usual), I was naturally alarmed to read his sms when I was one stop away:
Did you bring your passport? We're eating in Malaysia.
Of course not! What do you mean did I bring my passport? Did you tell me we are going to Malaysia? Now what...
Nevermind, can sneak you in illegally...
When we finally crossed paths again (after 4 weeks of abstinence and phonecalls and sms-es don't quite factor), I couldn't help but notice we were totally colour-coordinated albeit grubbily and shabbily dressed (as usual x2) without meaning to. That's cool.
I looked up at him and demanded if he's serious that we are going to Malaysia. And he said yes. I poked his butt pockets but I didn't feel any bulge that's suggestive of a passport. Do you mean we are going to a food stall called Malaysia when you said we are going to Malaysia, I asked suspiciously. Nope, he was adamant that we are going to go Somewhere Truly Asia. Well, whatever you say.
He: I will be seeing you next Sat in court. You'll be my first official case.
Me: Huh?
He: For illegally sneaking into Malaysia, I shall have to prosecute you.
Me: Hello. You are both the mastermind and accomplice okay.
Needless to say, I was much cheered and excited. All this culminated (or collapsed) into helpless laughter when he led me to Tanjong Pagar Railway Station and motioned me to cross a small path before him.
You are in Malaysia now.
Chey. Well. It was good while it lasted. Apologies to sending excitable sms-es to some friends about the pseudo getaway and getting them all fired up too. We didn't really go to Malaysia, but we were alone in a place that feels like Malaysia and that was nice.
Food was nothing to rave about, but I appreciate his efforts to create an illusion and it was most funny. Classic line: Ignore the flies - they are part of the whole picture that is Malaysia - this is kampong at its best.
Most of the stalls were unfortunately closed when we visited (it does feel like a getaway!). And he was disappointed. But he raised his eyebrows when I played along and casually, innocently suggested: What about visiting other Malaysian islands like the nearby Langkawi *pointing to the direction of Chinatown* and he replied firmly no, we are staying put. Heh. Well, food aside, his reticence is receding and I hope it continues.
He voluntarily told me about his Japan trip, drawing on my obsession with anything Japanese and expressed shock and amazement at my so-called lack of knowledge of the culture ie which to him, simply means political climate and history, as far as I can tell. I learn the language, not the culture, and I will read up when I am actually going. My specialisation are in other areas, I reminded. Anyway I'm sure you will get lost in Japan by yourself, he retorted. With that, he flaunted how he managed to trek along, and keeping to a budget of just $700 in 9 days.
I spent only 5 nights in a bed. I'm sure you can't have survived. That's not a fair statement. Are you making it with reference that's peculiar to me - did you have female companions on your trip that could survive? If it's all guys, I don't see how you could have concluded that for me. And with that, I was informed it was an all male trip (whee!)
I'm glad he didn't go to Hokkaido. I want to go there so much. I shall do my best to cover there before he does. Anyhow, lotsa stories, that I wasn't sure if he's just being frisking and teasing and if, there's any gram of truth in there at all.
One of the weirdest moments of the day came when he came the closest to expressing physical insecurities. He feels he's thin (either that or he's under the impression I like muscular guys, which is not entirely true?) and he's been trying to pile on the kilos. But it was A Moment of Surreal-ness when he said his legs look okay but his arms were too thin. Now we were sitting on these very old old-school benches and from my angle I could see his legs (or I was meant to see them) and then, those arms with veins (yay, veins!!). The legs were okay. But I will very much rave about his arms, thank you very much. And it was Another Moment of Surreal-ness when I found myself saying everything looks okay to me and his veins are looking pretty good.
While I find myself consoling him, he's equally determined to pelt me minders about my weight. For the umpteenth time, he challenged me to disclose my weight. I said WTF, I'm definitely still weighing less than you k. Why are you so fascinated by my weight? Weird obsession. He just remarked a non-sequitur: You are the one obsessed - you don't say anything about it!!!
Which is not true. I say it all the time, just not to him. Boo.
Today went better than I dare hope and we left each other with him saying he is serious about coaching me in Current Affairs if I'm serious about learning, when I asked if I'm serious about asking him to give me a crash course, will he be serious to take me up on it.
It's back to worrying about nasty things like careers and directions. I need to brush up on Current Affairs. Like Who is Who and the hard, hard facts. No more theoretical analyses and hypotheses that are socio-political and linked more to Life and People. I need to know names and background, badly. And I'm glad he's superb in this area.
How can Tomorrow beat Today? Oops. Thou shalt not apply unnecessary comparisons.
我猜中你的心 也差一点距离
遥远的距离都是因为太过聪明
*
He was particularly frisky today. Having succinctly and mysteriously instructed me to meet him at 1130hs at Tanjong Pagar MRT and period (as usual), I was naturally alarmed to read his sms when I was one stop away:
Did you bring your passport? We're eating in Malaysia.
Of course not! What do you mean did I bring my passport? Did you tell me we are going to Malaysia? Now what...
Nevermind, can sneak you in illegally...
When we finally crossed paths again (after 4 weeks of abstinence and phonecalls and sms-es don't quite factor), I couldn't help but notice we were totally colour-coordinated albeit grubbily and shabbily dressed (as usual x2) without meaning to. That's cool.
I looked up at him and demanded if he's serious that we are going to Malaysia. And he said yes. I poked his butt pockets but I didn't feel any bulge that's suggestive of a passport. Do you mean we are going to a food stall called Malaysia when you said we are going to Malaysia, I asked suspiciously. Nope, he was adamant that we are going to go Somewhere Truly Asia. Well, whatever you say.
He: I will be seeing you next Sat in court. You'll be my first official case.
Me: Huh?
He: For illegally sneaking into Malaysia, I shall have to prosecute you.
Me: Hello. You are both the mastermind and accomplice okay.
Needless to say, I was much cheered and excited. All this culminated (or collapsed) into helpless laughter when he led me to Tanjong Pagar Railway Station and motioned me to cross a small path before him.
You are in Malaysia now.
Chey. Well. It was good while it lasted. Apologies to sending excitable sms-es to some friends about the pseudo getaway and getting them all fired up too. We didn't really go to Malaysia, but we were alone in a place that feels like Malaysia and that was nice.
Food was nothing to rave about, but I appreciate his efforts to create an illusion and it was most funny. Classic line: Ignore the flies - they are part of the whole picture that is Malaysia - this is kampong at its best.
Most of the stalls were unfortunately closed when we visited (it does feel like a getaway!). And he was disappointed. But he raised his eyebrows when I played along and casually, innocently suggested: What about visiting other Malaysian islands like the nearby Langkawi *pointing to the direction of Chinatown* and he replied firmly no, we are staying put. Heh. Well, food aside, his reticence is receding and I hope it continues.
He voluntarily told me about his Japan trip, drawing on my obsession with anything Japanese and expressed shock and amazement at my so-called lack of knowledge of the culture ie which to him, simply means political climate and history, as far as I can tell. I learn the language, not the culture, and I will read up when I am actually going. My specialisation are in other areas, I reminded. Anyway I'm sure you will get lost in Japan by yourself, he retorted. With that, he flaunted how he managed to trek along, and keeping to a budget of just $700 in 9 days.
I spent only 5 nights in a bed. I'm sure you can't have survived. That's not a fair statement. Are you making it with reference that's peculiar to me - did you have female companions on your trip that could survive? If it's all guys, I don't see how you could have concluded that for me. And with that, I was informed it was an all male trip (whee!)
I'm glad he didn't go to Hokkaido. I want to go there so much. I shall do my best to cover there before he does. Anyhow, lotsa stories, that I wasn't sure if he's just being frisking and teasing and if, there's any gram of truth in there at all.
One of the weirdest moments of the day came when he came the closest to expressing physical insecurities. He feels he's thin (either that or he's under the impression I like muscular guys, which is not entirely true?) and he's been trying to pile on the kilos. But it was A Moment of Surreal-ness when he said his legs look okay but his arms were too thin. Now we were sitting on these very old old-school benches and from my angle I could see his legs (or I was meant to see them) and then, those arms with veins (yay, veins!!). The legs were okay. But I will very much rave about his arms, thank you very much. And it was Another Moment of Surreal-ness when I found myself saying everything looks okay to me and his veins are looking pretty good.
While I find myself consoling him, he's equally determined to pelt me minders about my weight. For the umpteenth time, he challenged me to disclose my weight. I said WTF, I'm definitely still weighing less than you k. Why are you so fascinated by my weight? Weird obsession. He just remarked a non-sequitur: You are the one obsessed - you don't say anything about it!!!
Which is not true. I say it all the time, just not to him. Boo.
Today went better than I dare hope and we left each other with him saying he is serious about coaching me in Current Affairs if I'm serious about learning, when I asked if I'm serious about asking him to give me a crash course, will he be serious to take me up on it.
It's back to worrying about nasty things like careers and directions. I need to brush up on Current Affairs. Like Who is Who and the hard, hard facts. No more theoretical analyses and hypotheses that are socio-political and linked more to Life and People. I need to know names and background, badly. And I'm glad he's superb in this area.
How can Tomorrow beat Today? Oops. Thou shalt not apply unnecessary comparisons.
我猜中你的心 也差一点距离
遥远的距离都是因为太过聪明
2 Comments:
Boo current affairs!
you won't boo at it if nudged in that direction...
you'll be compelled to...zhen1 qi4...and fare fairly respectable or die doing so.
you know anyone in current affairs or was in current affairs?
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