On this day
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Testing out both Melissa's cameraphone (if there's a decent optical zoom, it will be perfect) and also the blogging function from within Flickr. It's pretty cool.
It's been pouring for days now and I'm wondering if it was because of the tsunami since it was really hot just the day before.
I like the cold and the rain. But the washing is not drying properly and I really prefer all my clothes dried by the sun (it smells so much better) and not the dryer.
I'm staying at home this New Year's Eve. I remember happier times this day just last year, but I shan't think of sad things when there are worse things happening in the world. I can't even watch the news anymore.
Here's to better days ahead. For you. For me. For all.
It's a tragedy what has happened. The death toll is 81000, as of this morning and looks set to go beyond 100000 mark. Typing in so many zeros makes me ill. It's easy to type in a number and forget the number of lives that makes up that number. It's a terrifying thought.
I can't imagine how anyone will have the mood to celebrate New Year's Eve tomorrow. But all I see in between the news are advertisements for New Year Countdown parties and the such.
An ode
The things you take for granted the most are often the ones who've gone through the thick and the thin with you.
Today is a year to the day I've got my lifelong companion. The one who's been through all kinds of shit with me and never once complained. Without him, I dont know if I will still be the same. I might still be alive but probably just barely.
2004 has been a tumultous year for me: I've switched jobs, made and lost friends, had a shit relationship, all in all a year of change. Looking back, I still dont know if it's all for the better or worse, but I take comfort in the fact that he's always been at my side, always knowing what I need before I even know it myself. He knows when it's time to wallow in self-pity, to blast out in anger and indignity, when to let go and to move on. Every morning, he sets the pace for the unfolding day, sometimes it's good, sometimes it's not but he's always there, gently prodding me on. He opens my mind to the new so that I won't be bored but always knows the precise time in indulge in the old as well.
I've always taken it for granted but I thought it fitting that, on this one-year anniversary, I should say thanks. Thanks to my friend. My precious.
Forget Google Desktop search, I need one for my head
For someone whose memory is like a sieve, meeting acquaintances and familiar faces on the street is very stressful. There are 2 scenarios.
First scenario: I remember the face but not the name, or the context in which we know each other (ex-schoolmate, acquaintance, ex-colleague, friend of a friend of a friend etc.). This is actually the less stressful of the 2 scenarios cos I'll just go along and chat happily should he/she approach and say hi. And then throughout the conversation, I'll try and pick up things to jog my memory, all the while thinking "who the fuck is this!!?" There have been many times where I was stopped by someone, we chat, and I dont remember who he/she is, and the worst part is, after racking my brains like crazy, I realise that in all probability, he/she thinks I'm someone else and we don't even
know each other!
2nd scenario: I manage to put a name to the face, but I can't remember the level of familiarity, that is, how comfortable I was with the person. Today, I met an ex-colleague, and I remember we were quite chummy back when we worked together. We were both walking to the train station and as we chatted, I keep getting the feeling that I probably wasnt
that chummy with her, because she kept giving me weird looks when I bitched about work, etc. Then comes the inevitable exchange of name cards. I hate that! I never have mine with me, and I dont understand how people can buy those cases just to put their namecards inside, just in case they meet people on the streets. It's ridiculous!
Am I too Late?
I can't believe I forgot to add my amazon wishlist link to the template! Would it make a difference though? :-)
Make my Day.
The door is finally closed but I dont know if I locked it properly
Well. The reckoning is here and gone. The dreaded but unavoidable "getting your stuff back" ritual is done. It's such a sickening thing to have to do; I dont know why nobody came up with a better way of doing it. For example, someone can set up a store and the person who has to get his/her stuff back from their exes can register and the store can contact the ex with the list of things and pass them back for a small fee (I'll be the first to sign up). This way, everyone will be happy.
Well. I got my shit back, sans 1 item that couldn't be found. Damnit. There is some sort of closure now but I still have to go through the dread of "I'll call you when I find it." I dont want it back now (but it's a gift from a friend and I have to get it back). IT's a sick feeling in your stomach to realise that the past can just creep up when you least expect it and bite you in the arse. It's just so fuckign tiring. I'm not young anymore-I can't do this mind-fucking shit the way I could. I just want to fuck it all and move the fuck on.
But where to? I'm too.tired.to.think.
