Chris and I are now on par in terms of “Occupation:“.

He left his last job earlier in July to pursue a 9-months intensive course in animation and effects. I am a design student; he is a design student too. I do assignments and projects; he does assignments and projects too. He has no time; I have not much time too. The only difference would be age - He’s old but not that old; I’m young but not that young.

Last night, I popped over to his place to do some of my work while providing company for him while he did his. (No, we didn’t do anything more than that). And I realised…

His place is soooo far. (Anywhere that takes longer than 30mins to get to on a cab is considered far) The fare was so expensive. (18 dolla can buy one pair of sandals.)

Now I understand the kind of trouble he went through then. But it was worthwhile cause I finally met him again.

He looks the same as before, but with longer hair than mine now. He seems thinner than before too. Are his eye bags bigger? His flat has an extremely spacious hall, with oddly positioned bedrooms at one end. He warned me that his room is extremely messy, but I thought nothing of it. Probably just as messy as mine… I was wrong.

His room is three quarter the size of my room, but his room is stuffed with big items like a TV with dvd player and the cable tv box, a hifi set, two PCs, a laptop, a single bed with two mattresses, a wardrobe, an A3 size light box and two PC tables.

And now to the small items. There are a dozen or more graphic/design/animation books lying around. Some were old and dusty; some were borrowed from the National Library. There are 3 dented and yellowing cans of “Zero Gravity” (remember the drink with colourful balls suspended in the liquid/jelly?), a figurine of a T-rex, 3 grey traditional chinese costumes and many jeans, a lot of diskettes, dvd, cds lying around, yellowing warrenty from Toyota hanging from a lanyard and many assorted cigerette boxes.

Some of his stuffs were dusty. But his floor was definitely clean (at least my soles were not brown or grey when I got home). This is what I call, messily organized. Like my room. Haha…

I had initially wanted to accompany him till dawn break. I’m there so he can’t sleep, therefore he can get some work done. But by 2:30a.m, I am already getting restless. Thank god, my back was facing him, so he didn’t noticed my restless, occasionally stoning expression. By 4a.m, I decided it was enough and started packing. Throughout the ride to my place, we didn’t say much. We’re tired.

How should I describe last night? It was so out of the ordinary. I haven’t seen him for close to a year, and when I finally did, I’m at his place! Something I had never expected.

It was a real eye opener, really. I only wished we both had made more effort to talk. The silence wasn’t the most awkward moment. The moment when we spoke briefly was the weirdest. We just didn’t know what to say or what to expect.

And suddenly I am reminded of that dream.