happily ever after (but only until august)

come again?

2007-06-19T13:15:00.000-07:00

to say that he is obsessed with his hair is an understatement. it's like saying i'm mildly interested in anti-blemish skincare.

he has at least 3 types of hair gel, a jar of hair wax, and he takes biotin everyday because sometime last year he thought he's losing hair.

a few nights ago, as usual, he was trying to style his hair, now that it is long, just as he wanted it to be since March.

- want do you think of this style?
+ hey, it looks more wavy, and less curly. very nice.
- i know, it's a different gel.
+huh. it smells good too.
-(him sniffing the gel from the tube) it reminds me of something.
+maybe you used to use this gel before.
- maybe. when i was 15 or something.... but i know this smell.
+ (me sniffing the gel) hmm, it does smell familiar.
- it makes me think of swimming pool. do you think it's like chlorine?
+no. this actually smells good.
- hmm
+(me sniffing it again) but i see what you mean by swimming pool.
- or jacuzzi. maybe it smells like bubble gel...
+ maybe.
(him suddenly grinning and trying not snicker)
+what?
- it reminds me of something else...
+ what is it?
-i can't tell you.
+ yes you can. tell me.
- it smells like porn.
+PORN? how can gel smell like porn? and how can you know what porn smells like?
(him handing me the hairgel tube for me to sniff it)
(i sniffed, and then me laughing hard)
+oh my god, you are right. it DOES smell like porn!
- i told you.
+ you have a p0rn gel. haha!
- we LIKE p0rn gel.

cruel to be nice and vice versa

2007-05-22T16:47:00.000-07:00

yesterday

me : (commenting on his new rugged, washed-out cargo pants look, with a striped yuppie long sleeve shirt) you look like a guy who just came back from his 6 digit job, and had to paint his living room, and you changed only your pants.

today

him still wearing the same rugged cargo pants.
me: so, painter eh?
him: (while pointing at me) so, hooker eh?
me: (gasp) you're horrible.
him: i am. at least i only am when i'm tired. you on the other hand...
me: you ARE horrible (as if re-affirming any doubt i had before). but you are nice to everyone else...?
him: yeah, but we are always meanest to the person we like most.
me: yeah, right.
him: it's true.
me: well, by that standard, i must be at the top of your list.
him: oh, you are WAY beyond everyone else.
me: (smiled) that's just an excuse for you to be rude to me in future.
him: but of course.

2007-04-27T17:03:00.000-07:00

- wait, we need to call tonight to set time to wake up tomorrow.
- hmm. shal we just set the time now? we don't want to disturb each other , do we?
- yes.
-ok, 8?
- no i mean, yes to disturbing.
-oh, i thought yes to my question.
-no.
-huh. then I disturb YOU tonight, okay?
- ok.

oh. that's not it.

2007-04-20T19:12:00.000-07:00

we met on a bus that was taking us on a sightseeing trip in DC. we sat across the aisle from each other, and i was a row behind him. he talked to me because he heard i'm going to the school as he is.

we then arrived at the Washington monument. while standing and waiting to board off the bus, i said, "you know, the Washington monument looks exactly like what they have in Paris. but i can't remember the name. what is it called?"

(btw, it's the obelisk)

his first guess was, "eiffel tower?"

his second guess was, "l'arc de triomphe?"

first ten minutes, and i already knew we'd get along.

call me!

2007-04-20T00:12:00.000-07:00

the night before:
- what time are we waking up tomorrow?
- 9?
- i say 9.30. but then we really have to wake up.
- yeah, i have lots to do.
- we just keep talking on the phone so that we won't go back to sleep.
- of course

----
next morning: at 10.20am
the phone rings.
-*whiny voice* hello?
- hey. i'm thinking, 20 minutes.
- ohh, i SO like you at this moment.
- see you.

----
then at 11.20am
dialed ***** and upon him picking it up after two rings
- it's not exactly 20 minutes now, was it?
- you think?

3 days

2007-04-18T07:06:00.000-07:00

it feels like a month.
feels so good to be back.

i'm SO glad you're back.
never go back to holland again.

i won't.

how the hell are we going to survive august?

i'm thinking, september. we'll still be here in august.

that's not exactly the point now, is it?

words

2007-04-18T06:53:00.000-07:00

we have a thing about words. last night B suggested that we list down all words and phrases that we use all the time to make us laugh, and maybe we can make an art of of it, like a board with the random phrases. these phrases most of the time make no sense at all (it's nonsense). but we started to list them down, so that we won't forget them. ever. even after august.

one night later, the list is three-page long. and it had only been 9 months. so, maybe the board art thing won't work now. he said, "i'm thinking, wallpaper".