every second dripping off my fingertips

Friday, January 1, 2010

I would like to begin with "HAPPY NEW YEAR everyone!" because that is just "how we roll" man. Of course I would like to tell you about my so-called "RESOLUTIONS that never get fulfilled" because the rest of the world does it as well. I suppose it is good to resolve to be better or do something different or improve on something but at the same time, I stand by my principle (and House's as well, but I came up with it first) that people don't change. Unless you have brain damage and you begin to have an aversion to ice cream in which case, if you're a fat guy, I'd say you're lucky, otherwise, I'd feel sorry for you.

Get fit
Get nice
Get rich(er)
Get less horny
Get to my cello and piano more
Get my life in order
Love Naomi more ♥

Speaking of horny and ice cream, I spent New Year's Eve with Naomi on our planned expedition to Dempsey hill where we enjoyed 2 scoops of Ben & Jerry's. While 2 scoops isn't enough to get a Gabriel Long fat, it was enough to get me sleepy and self conscious about the growing number of spare tires around my stomach. At least I was not self conscious alone, albeit about different things, but the other thing I shall not say because it has to do with the human anatomy and NOT ME. After torturing Naomi by making her finish her food like a Sook Ching torturer, I had to torture her some more by making her watch 20th Century Boys II with me. She could secretly be a masochist because now she wants to watch the third installation with me but I won't complain. After the free ice cream (because "I'm the man") and movie, we chilled for a while thinking about what to do and where to go after, and at the same time we were mesmerised by lesbian love. And then Backstreet Boys came on, and I made a music video of Naomi, and I was laughing and and and and adn dan nad it was time to leave.

Sure enough we continued enjoying each other while walking to the busst op to take the bust o Orchard to have dinner. Clearly we were still dreaming about the lesbians because we did not eat much, although the fail mocha and double chocolate frappes were enough to inflate my tires further. After which I flew Naomi home ON TIME so that we could hang out by the poolside.

Her Mom and Dad invited me upstairs for some steak which was honestly really good, and after a glass of white and red we went back downstairs for some private time. And yes, I mean private.

Then came the highlight of the evening. We took a dive into the pool and the water was freezing. Luckily I had shorts to wear so I wouldn't have to go home dripping and getting smothered by a drunk Indian lady with a fetish for wet guys. Naomi shivered like crazy but I shivered a little, because I'm macho that way, and we had quite a lovely scene if you were to stand by the poolside with a camera. Then we could have filmed a remake of Titanic but only this time, Jack and Rose would be doing handstands in the water. We had a few giggles (let's leave it at that) and then I had to leave. How unfortunate that a lovely night with a full moon had to end so quickly.

Bus service, you suck.

somewhere a clock is ticking:
1:43 PM