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Sunday, March 20, 2011

On my way to work today, a man sitting next to me in the train told me that I am 'beautiful'. It was so random, but sweet of him, as it came from sheer impulse to tell someone sincerely how he feels. *edit: and I didn't have any make up on.
It felt nice, and it made me think that more people should be like that. Too many people say these things with some other motive, like 'you're beautiful can I have your number', 'you're beautiful and I want to sleep with you'. It gets repulsive and I resent that people throw praises about as a tool to achieve something else. On the other hand, some of us keep mum because we feel inhibited to talk to strangers, feels taboo/ breaching the social contract. But it is a pleasant thing, to tell someone she/he's beautiful simply because you feel she/he ought to know..

Sidenote: I also found out that he is mixed French and Spanish. Ha ha.

Finally met up with Claudia after work, had a hearty chat over dinner(Xiao long bao@din tai fong). Claudia's an amazing person; sharp, mature, and always herself. Also, one of my true friends (emphasize: true). It's great how we still get along so well after not meeting up for close to two years(something I always regret but fail to amend), but that shows the quality of our friendship. We complained about boys, discussed uni apps, and I sat there thinking to myself, my she looks so grown up now. Not as how a parent looks proudly at his child, but as in awe of how far we've come. She was sparkling, in contrast with my world-weariness. Silver glittering eyeliner in contrast with the black meant to hide my eyes(in attempt to hide my thoughts). Meeting her today was great. I should like to sparkle one day. Xox

she's not here @

10:17 PM