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The One About 2004 In 2004, I... Got my first holiday job. Met a few new friends & found a long-lost one. Paid for my new Nokia. Started blogging for the first time. Got into a local uni. Veered away from my usual blend of music and started listening to indie pop & soul. And watched some ground-breaking movies. Stepped into a pub for the first time! Watched good friends come and go (to U.S. and Aust for studies). Got sunburnt twice in a fortnight. Saw the aftermath of the tsunamis on TV and the amount of wreckage in the affected areas. 2004 has been an eventful year for me. Happy New Year folks! Have a blessed 2005! Natural Disaster Do pass this bit of URL around: http://tsunamihelp.blogspot.com/. It's with regards to the earthquake which struck Asia on 26th Dec. It'd be great if one could make a monetary donation, or otherwise, to help the sufferers.
'Tis The Season To Be Jolly Whilst i'm thinking about creating my own Christmas compilation CD, my friend insists i'm not updating my blog enough. Ta-dah. These are some sites offering songs for you to make your own compilation disk too. It'll be enough to keep the guests entertained for hours, trust me. Merry Christmas! *Pst. I'll upload the photos soon :) Rational Two weeks i have spent, purposefully: Reading books. Watching TV. Munching muffins. Going to Orchard Road. Listening to my newly-acquired Joss Stone CD. The activities we engage in read off like some methodical Christmas wishlist. There's some planning to be done, since i'm heading to HK for a short holiday next week. Thing is, the itinerary is not done up yet, so i'll gather ideas as and when i can. Vertigo I've dull, throbbing headaches sometimes. It's the kind that occurs in short spans. It's like having someone squish your brain along the insides of your head, in slow repetitive cycles. I read somewhere headaches happen because of tension or lack of sleep, though I think mine stems from flu. I always get that whenever i start reaching for my kleenex. Argh. I'm nursing a runny nose and i've got one more paper tomorrow. One Hell of a Long Blog Entry JL posed a question in his message the other day. He asked me what type of guy I really wanted: One who cracks jokes, showers me with presents and makes me feel happy when I’m with him? Or another who thinks all day long about me, remembers details about me; but always says the wrong things, makes me feel uncomfortable and hence become quieter as days passed? I hesitated telling him that I was really lesbian. Nah. I hesitated giving him an answer really, because I didn’t know if I would be part of a private joke between him and his buddies. After all, I hadn’t seen JL since we left primary school (didn’t know how much he’d changed), the last time being his 12th birthday party. That was a simple ice-cream-cake-and-friends affair (no orgy, we were underaged kids). After much hesitation, i supplied him my politically-correct answer: “Neither. I think gals would love their men to remember stuff about them. A sense of security is important too. But if one party says the wrong stuff all the time, and both parties become quieter as a result, that relationship would be hard to sustain. It wouldn’t be worth the time really. The guy should be able to conduct a proper conversation, that’s important (to me at least), but he doesn’t have to lavish his gal with presents all the time.” JL should have procured the answer from some love guru. That would’ve been a better choice. Decidedly, I would rather have a brilliant filthy rich guy lavishing presents on me everyday. And he would speak well, be a fashionista (maybe wear manolo blahniks) and remembers every detail about us. High-maintenance hur? If there ever were such a guy, he would probably reside in a parallel universe. Or a different dimension, for that matter. I recall Mr. N calling sometime last week to see how I was coping with school, so I responded with an “Okay, but hectic”. He chided me for not contacting him *gulp* and then he suggested lunch. My reply came swiftly. “No, seriously, I’m busy. Some other time maybe.” Granted, ours is a platonic relationship, but I cannot foresee myself eating lunch with Mr. N. Like alone. He at 26 (or so he claimed), calloused hands, pubic moustache and all, looked more like a 62 year-old granddaddy. And not to mention, he smokes. Fair enough, we always have stuff to talk about. But if I’d agreed to his lunch invitation, I don’t think I’d be able to enjoy it. Cigarette smoke irks me, it always does. Ugh. If Mr. N does call again, I’d really need to cook up some other excuse. Everyone needs a little breather sometimes. Hmm, I guess solitude shall be my only guide for now, later for Mr. N. (Whoa. Can’t believe I’m actually blogging about this in the first place. But had to get it off my back) Digressing, how would you have answered JL if you were me? Seriously, what is it that people (like you, yeah, you) look for in the opposite sex? Alas, i’m confused as it is.
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