Damn browsing

While wasting time on the notorious social network site of my choice, I've been browsing thru a few of my 2nd and 3rd degree friend pages. Out of sheer boredom, I guess I end up wondering what my long lost comrades are getting up to.

I don't know about you but there hasn't been the influx of love-ness that there was last spring - maybe because spring hasn't hit yet. Regardless, I've got to admit that quite a few people who I have as friends are practically married to their other half. And I don't mean that in a "I shall get engaged to my sister so that creepy people won't add me" kind of thing - I mean real couples in (freakishly) long relationships.

I've got nothing against that. It just got me thinking.

I can list a few couples that I know of personally that have been going on for at least 3-4 years now. Not to mention the couples of which I only know one of them. Are all my buddies growing up and growing old together? It's hard to believe that only a few years ago, people were breaking up and making up like it didn't matter. But back then, it didn't really.

I can't help but compare them to my parents generation. And by that I mean who they're with. Practically 80% of the couples I know met in school. I don't know about you but my parents didn't meet in school. One of my friend's parents met in Uni but I only know 1, out of possibly 20 sets of parents that I know, that met in school - and I don't even know the parents, just their story.

So is true love the new love? Are the days of office romances a thing of the past? Will our generation be the high school sweetheart generation - living out the fantasy that our parents, grandparents and teenage chic lit tell us about?

Or is it (pessimistically) too early to say? None of my batch have gotten hitched - yet. Coming into our twenties, it makes you consider your future together. Do you grow up and change together? Or do priorities change and diverge?

I'll get back to you on that in about 5 years or so.

What's really quite niggling me: why am I am late starter, so to speak.
Credit that I never fit in (or wanted to fit in) with the cool crowd in school - I did my own thing and I don't regret it. High school romances are notorious for being short-lived and just a phase. Not that I didn't have my share of crushes, but who wants to be remembered as a blip in a guy's "love life". The one romantic thing that happened to me in school doesn't even register on my numerical count any more. Tragic.

For some reason I tend to make relationships hard for myself. Well, not intentionally, but I get drawn into all the difficult to manage situations - long distance, cheats, apathy. Not such a good track record I must say.

However, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. What light, I hear you ask? I suppose, learn from the mistakes, spot the signs early and never stop hoping. I don't mean be naive, but it's very easy to become jaded. And when you don't try, things just happen naturally. It's like falling into your stride - walk, skip, run. You have to be comfortable with yourself and what you want and only then you know if you are comfortable with whoever comes along.

And plus, guys hate desperate.

Repercussions

I went out clubbing at Oceana yesterday night.

Every time I chew something I can hear bells ringing in my ears.

Oh and I lost my camera. case.

Mad, Madder, Mental

Things that are making me mad:

• Tash and I found the PERFECT house. Chern doesn't want to put down the non-refundable agency fee. I will be furious if we lose this house.
• I've spent the last 10 days negotiating with Phoenix Garden about Chinese New Year and sending out email after email asking the committee about what they want and now it's all shot down the drain. What is the point in doing all this work if it doesn't matter anyway?
• The Cardiff European Games are coming up and nothing is settled yet. Certain persons are implying that their life is so busy that they couldn't bother replying emails with a simple yes or no. I'm sorry, where was it stated that I have to give up my life so that you can deal with yours?
  

I swear, if I die of anything it will be DEATH BY BUREAUCRACY.

Thank God

The water's back on.

My kidneys are saved!

Picture courtesy of lunalil :)
Not the Aberdare Hall toilet but close enough

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On another note, I'm in the midst of doing a lot of things:

1. Meeting up with Annie, the Phoenix Garden manager, to sort out things for CNY 2009
2. Going to letting agencies and looking at houses with Tasha
3. Working on my Jurisprudence assignment
4. Getting my hair cut, which means 2 appointments with Vidal Sassoon

Number 3 is VERY IMPORTANT. Have to really get stuck in soon. Yipes.

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Easter hols will be FANTASTIC. I know this.

Because I'm going to see JASON MRAZ.
In Manchester.
In April.
With Yi Lynn.
With accommodation sorted.

I love my life.
Too bad The Boy isn't coming along but I don't think he'd enjoy me swooning all over the place anyway.

Ah, Monsieur Mraz. How I adore thee.

Yeah, yeah. I adore The Boy better, but everyone's allowed a celebrity crush.

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And I've discovered that I actually have a regular period notwithstanding stress [which makes it longer]. Good to know. At least something about me is regular.
Haha.

Water

Since the water pipe near Park Place burst, there's been no more water. Oh shit.

I need to pee.

Happy New Year!

Long time no text and I apologise. I shall begin to make it up to you with LISTS.

Things I can do:

• I can French plait.
• I can I can prolong a conversation longer than necessary.
• I can pat my head and rub my tummy at the same time.
• I can put my legs behind my head.
• I can do a back flip.
• I can think of useless lists to write.

Things I want to do:

• I want to own a dog.
• I want to be able to water ski.
• I want to sky dive.
• I want to bungee jump.
• I want to scuba dive.
• I want to look slim in a bikini.
• I want to be able to do the splits again.

Things I won’t do:

• I won’t smoke cigarettes.
• I won’t starve myself for beauty (for laziness maybe but not for beauty).
• I won’t drink bird’s nest soup.
• I won’t eat shark fins.

Lists done, on with the update.

First week of winter hols was spent in Swansea catching up with The Boy. Swansea’s a swell place. It would be the best if not for the wind. Didn’t do much but the week was highlighted, or should I say marred by the fire alarms going off. TWICE. wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t for the fact it was 11pm at night.

Christmas was fun. Went to DW’s Christmas party which was entertaining if not funny to watch people collapse in pain after eating sambal cooked with chilli padi SEEDS. Stayed in and cooked for the rest of the time. Am quite proud of culinary achievements – the fact that I know how to cook them, notwithstanding the taste. Char Siew, Roast Chicken Rice, ABC Soup.

New Years was back in Swansea. Good thing too – fireworks abound! Stayed a day over what I was supposed to but no problem cept the massive amount of laundry I had to do when I got back.

Assignment due! Time to get cracking.