I've been shameless broadcasting to all about my newly acquired gizmo - iPhone.

Meant to enhance social connection between people, the device seems to be dividing them instead.

Because right now, I'm busy blogging away on my new toy and ignoring Skew who's been trying to catch my attention since forever. Instead of engaging in a real life, I'm whatsapp-ing him.

Sent from my iPhone ;)

#3 - I spent most of my time intoxicated in cognac by the bar. What dancefloor??

#1 - A slight fever of 38.1C felt like it's gonna do me in.

Today's our 6th month of together-ness.
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I texted Karen, crossing my fingers hoping she'd be free for the evening to chill out with me. At a fast-food joint. I didn't feel my cough would appreciate a Dirty Lychee Martini.
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Archie's off to Kukup for the weekend with his friends. I had to stay back to fall sick and despite that, still work. An exhibition is setting up over the weekend at Expo.
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Karen took damn long to reply. Turned out she is currently in Shanghai. Busy with 'stuff'. Oops. I felt like I was interrupting. =)
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Many conversations ago, Archie mentioned that we should have gotten together two years ago. Many conversations later, he's still onto it. In fact, he wanted an explanation why I didn't/couldn't accept him then.

My simple reply was, "You weren't mature enough,'

He couldn't take it lying down. He probed further, asking questions and questioning my sanity (then and now). He insisted that he couldn't be any different from two years ago. But dude, if your mental level 'still the same' then and now, you have a serious problem. People should age with wisdom and grace. Which is why I find George Clooney irresistible sexy.

I don't think the two years of non-coupledom between us was a waste of time. We simply spent it building a deeper-than-supercial friendship. I elevated him from a acquaintance to a friend. A friend who gets my sarcasm. A friend who laughes at my jokes at him. A friend who... well, you already know what a friend does. =)

But it felt like the right person at the wrong time. Sounds absurd. There was a missing link between us. But deep down, I know 'this is a very nice guy and possibly...'

Many years ago, I was a younger girl who craved for some sense of maturity - womanhood. I went shopping for lingerie. But I found something else instead - a silky cream nightgown. A piece of clothing no young girl in her teens should set eyes on. I bought it anyway. But I soon learnt why it just wasn't for me. My boobs and back couldn't fill the curves of the gown. I was scrawny and looked like a kid in her mother's power suit. Unfitting.

So I chucked the gown aside and put it behind my mind. I love the gown but it just wasn't for me then. Fast forward a few years, I chanced upon the same gown (a little yellow though) during a spring clean. It was different when I put it on again. The physical *ahem* aside, I was a more womanly, more comfortable in my own skin. It wasn't simply a pretty little gown which resembles what the Sleeping Beauty could be wearing; it was more like an empowerment bestowed to a woman of what could be... (if I even make sense)

Anyway, it's like adding time to cheese. Flavour, aroma, texture don't come just after you leave a bottle of milk to sour. The environment and its natural bacteria influences the type of cheese produced. But after all the fussing, once passed the ripening stage, you'd be rewarded. Patience, my friend, is key to good stuff.

I don't think I'll ever appreciate Archie more if we had been together two years ago. The period of non-coupledom saw us grew up, roughed up, matured in many ways. Life has its funny ways of putting pieces together. The edges were sanded and polished to make the puzzles fit, if not better.

There are more to learn and wise up from. Archie and I have our differences. We talked about it. We cried about it (actually just me crying and him sighing). We sorted things out. We kissed and made up. Each time we try a little and laugh.

I'm not sure how time would wear off the you-used-to-do-this-or-that-for-me. I just hope it wouldn't wear down the I-will-love-you-forever.

wondering how Karen is surviving her Muay Thai training camp in Pattaya.

wondering how Wanjun is coping with her heartbreak.

wondering how The Boyfriend is enjoying his morning basketball game.

wondering how The Best Friend's cells are doing in the lab.

wondering how The Mother's backache is.

wondering how the companies are deciding The Boyfriend's future.

wondering how Jessie is doing with her recent wisdom tooth extraction.

wondering how I am not going to doze for at tonight's late night movie.

wondering how I am surviving for the rest of the month.

wondering how the ice cream are doing in the freezer.

wondering how fat I am gonna be if I don't run for the next one year.

wondering why I am wondering all these when my stomach tells me to go have lunch. It's 1.47pm.

Here's how I get from my office desk to the copier machine:

Turn right, turn left, turn right, walk, turn left, walk and turn right.

And that's how I stay in shape too.

The creature found itself a very comfortable spot on the outside of the window panel. No matter how hard I knock on the glass, it wouldn't budge nor open its eyes. Lazy shit.

I was sharing with SQ about a local chocolatier whose truffles have been receiving wonderful reviews (hint: I want those truffles!)

SQ: any person with the name julius = 75% gay

SQ: + make chocolates

SQ: = 98.7% gay

Me: you make ice cream.

'Nuff said.

Dear Mister God,

I was a good girl last night. I stayed back in office till 11pm to act busy clear some urgent work matters. Just as my boss walked towards my table (to view some files from my PC), the Windows Explorer popped up on its own. And to my horror(!) of horrors(!!), all THIRTY-THREE windows displayed the Facebook home page! We looked on in bewilderment as the windows filled up the entire desktop like rabbits multiplying without contraceptives.

YOU SABO ME ISSIT?????????

Your hardworking daughter,
Gie

It's been a roller-coaster ride for the last couple of weeks. Juggling time and energy between family, friends, work and lover is hell. I mean it: HELL. When friends used to envy my singleton status, I think I know what they were going through: HELL. (There is always something wrong with anything right. Can't please the entire world but I try to be Superwoman anyway)

Then the presence of flowers really makes my day. I couldn't help but linger on a little longer around the Cymbidiums while The Mother admire the peonies and bonsai. The Lunar New Year is nigh and the empty field in front of the flower store is dotted with pots of lovely colourful plants. The Mother knows I'm so in love with Cymbidiums (frangipani remains top spot though) and nudged me to get a pot. I had my reservations; unlike The Mother, I have only butter fingers, not green ones. But heck, I can always look up Google, no?

So on her account, the latest addition of plant was placed along-side with The Mother's preccciiiooouuusss collection of __________________________________ (insert bontany plants' names). Well, if I can't keep a dog, a non-talking non-shitting non-tempermental living thing sounds like a good idea. =)

I can't wait to watch the rest of the bulbs flower, wilt and flower again next season. Fertilisers and LUCK are much needed.

which they don't teach in 'Health Education'.

Hang out with your best friend frequently enough to have your menstruation cycles in line with each other's. In this case, at least both of you can go through hell together. Best friends forever!

P.S. I'm not kidding.