knowledge == sexy

I was out in Chinatown today, hanging with S, D, and Emo-tastic A while enjoying some very good L2 bubble tea. Suddenly, we started talking about… sex? porn? Nip/Tuck? And S chimed in a with “Hey, didn’t you once tell me that you thought people with knowledge were sexy?”

It was interesting because I hadn’t seen S in nearly 2 or 3 years. He is 2 years younger than me, someone who I’d met through band, back in the day. We have a comfortable sister/brother relationship and I totally love hanging out with him. It’s interesting because maybe I haven’t changed very much after all. It’s true that I find knowledge very sexy, and that kind of comment isn’t really far from the recent discovery that raw talent is equally sexy.

blast from the past

Almost one year ago, my parents and I had a huge trans-continental fight where I basically had to promise not to see Big D ever again (which worked out well, since we had broken up anyhow). My mom had gone into my closet and found my box of Big-D things (letters, gifts, stupid trinkets I’ve saved from our dates), which prompted her to call my dad and me in Singapore and the rest is history. When I came back, I assumed that she had the box of items in her possession…. but she told me that she had thrown it all out. I was pretty much devastated…

So today, I was helping my mother find something in her closet and I stumbled on the box of Big D things! I mean, even she probably forgot that she had kept it in her closet all this time and lied to me. I totally freaked out. It was kinda weird… now I feel strange knowing that 2 years of my love life is sitting in her closet. I don’t particularly want to go get it back because 1) she’ll start wailing on me again about dating a white guy and 2) because I have no particular inclination to relive that period of my life through mementos.