I missed the most interesting parts!

Yeah, i'm a goof. I missed the most interesting bits.

Cut to Friday afternoon - after slogging butt off on the Autumn Winter campaign of an apparel brand, F and i went to Couch for a late cocktail lunch. Happy hours. Hee hee hee. Came back feeling drowsy as hell.

Cut to late Friday afternoon - riots break loose on my side of town, so i am not allowed to go back home by my parents. So what does the bunch from office decide to do? Go to A's place and chill out! So we go and A, as usual, cooks for us. And we watch movie - Paris je t'aime. Paris is beautfiul. I have added it to my list of must-see places before i die.

In the middle of all this, fucker decides to message. A Woody Allen quote on sex. But a good one: "Sex is like bridge - if you don't have a good partner, you better have a good hand." I had him know that i take getting physical very seriously, unlike a bunch of others i know who don't. A little later, in a sort of half-trance, i begin to dream of a life that has somebody i can share it with. Not a fly-by-night (yappaaaa!) kind of person, but someone who'll stay. And believe in the relationship. Anyway. F and A exchange Tamil songs while i flip through Esquire lending half an ear to their conversation. When our eyelids reached a point where they had to stay open supported by toothpicks, A dropped F and me to F's place. Yeah, i stayed over at F's place! A cosy little one bedroom house done up with a lot of love, it reminded me of my life over 8 years ago. Somehow, i wanted things to go back to that time.

Woke up real late on Saturday, lazed around and ate rice dumplings for breakfast that F made. And then headed back to office. The rest, you know.