I’m so happy.

I went out with my oldtime revelation-disco-very buddy. After finally watching Terminator 3 (surprisingly lacking suggestive scenes but has an inventive car chase) we walked around the renovated and reinnovated One Utama. She got a call; she had to eat dinner with family in about half an hour.

She was going to stay while waiting to accompany me. “Why?” I asked.

“Because you’re worth it?”

“Oh sorry, been watching too many advertisements.”

Wow. My otherwise sleep-all-Sunday was made!

Of course, what was even more ironic was that it was just after noon that she asked if I wanted to watch it on that day. I sounded sick on the phone, having moshed my aching neck off in Saturday’s Taylor’s Battle Of The Bands, and she asked if I still wanted to go, since I’d be tired and all.

I said, “Yeah!”

I wanted to say right after that, “Because you’re worth it?”

Uh yes, I told her that too. “You serious?” “Yeah, really!” Of course, if I said it earlier, then she might not have said it, and I’d be the usual corny suspect.

The beautiful ironicness of it all makes my today a day viewed with a rainbow tint. (No, I didn’t pop LSD.)