Dave: if I don't remember wrongly, here's a cover by Loquat of your favourite Smiths song "There is a Light that never goes out". :)

In approaching a new dictionary, I use FUCK as a litmus test. First thing I do is leaf my way to the F's, seek out FUCK, and see what they have to say. If the given definition fails to satisfy, if it doesn't align with my pragmatic knowledge of how the word works out there in the world in all sorts of contexts of action, then I put down the dictionary and move on.
- Ruth Wajnryb, "Expletive deleted: a good look at bad language"

At a late dinner.

Friend: I'm glad you two are not touchy-feely.
Me: Oh, we're playing footsies under the table!
You: No we're not, your legs are too short.

Ga! You better hope my memory is shorter than my legs!

Wandered round Borders with b12 today, looking for a book to buy with my 25% discount coupon (yes, I'm auntie like that).

Books I passed up on:
Steven Johnson's "Everything Bad Is Good for You: How Today's Popular Culture Is Actually Making Us Smarter" (cos it's a hardcover copy and surely there is a paperback version coming out soon?).

G. H. Hardy's "A Mathematician's Apology" (I've wanted to read this book on and off since the second ever entry of my blog. There, I mentioned I kept a sms text paraphrased from Hardy, which stated: "A good proof has a very high degree of unexpectedness, inevitability and economy". The problem is this book is so thin I think I can actually speed read through it within an hour at Borders, so one day I shall.)

Book I actually bought:
Barry Schwartz's "The Paradox of Choice: Why More Is Less".

I bought this because I randomly flipped to a page which was explaining regret or sunk costs.

A theatre tried selling season subscriptions at both a discounted rate and at full price, and found the following phenomenon:
People who bought full price season subscriptions were more likely to attend performances, because they would feel worse for not attending as they had spent more money.

Though the focus on this issue was the paradox of choice, I was actually thinking thinking about another angle, i.e:

If the above phenomenon were true, would you (as the theatre's management) rather sell discounted season subscriptions (and hence have fewer people seeing your performances but have possibly higher box office takings), or

sell full price season subscriptions (and hence have more people seeing your performances but have possibly lower box office takings)?

We were exchanging text messages, while you were on a mad dash to the airport for your weekend getaway.

(I have an anal-retentive punctuality habit you're probably secretly terrified of, and you have this optimistic misguided generosity in time estimation which I found strangely endearing.)

I messaged that I wished ridiculously that I had taken your picture before you left.
And you, sweet you, took a picture of yourself on your mobile phone and sent it right back.

"Did that work?" you messaged back. "You know how much I hate getting my pic taken."

I know, because I do, too.

Ok, enough. Better stop before people start keeling over on their keyboards.

On inheriting quirks from the other.

You find your mind's voice is exclaiming "Ga!" sometimes, though not quite saying it yet.
And I find myself, inserting, more, commas.

Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.
- Joseph Roux, priest and writer (1834-1886)

Well yes, I've not been blogging as much as I used to. It amuses me that you'll check on my blog even when we're together (side by side!), and type in an anonymous(!) comment to an entry. And you know, I'm never going to trust wikipedia quite the same again, after you laughed and confessed that you've added an entry you've linked to. I like your audacity though, and that incredible sense of fun.

(Folks who protest about my mushy entries can stop cringing now. The moment has passed but I am evidently, deeply, in love.)

The surprise of the day is stumbling onto the blog of someone who's listed mine as a daily read. Why, thank you. I don't know if you'll be comfortable if I link back to you, so I didn't. I really have no idea who you are, but I like what you've written. A lot. I hope today's star sign bodes well for Pisces. :)

I've always thought this but never got round to writing it.
Well, the truth is, I can't ever blog in Times New Roman.

At the start of this year, just a few days after I've returned from Hong Kong, my best friend sent me the following sms:

"Have u woken up one morning and realized that u are in the right direction? Even when things are quite unclear? And not too long, it really worked out to become the way it is."

And I kept this sms all this while, because I want too, to wake up one morning feeling this way.

JPod, Douglas Coupland's follow-up to Microserfs. Hallelujah.

Your iPod is malfunctioning, and you can't seem to add any more new songs to it beyond a certain capacity. So I offered to help bring it into the Apple Care Centre, as my current office is not too far away from there.

This morning, I'm going to commute to work listening to your iPod, and I bet it's going to be fun discovering what songs you have on it. :)

Over lunch with tweewo today.

I went into my usual pattern of starting to tell a story, and then interrupting myself to explain why I couldn't ever tell a story right off, and as a result, lengthening the time I needed to tell the story. Tweewo called it my opposite paradox. lol.

Tweewo also made an interesting analogy of how a 3-dimensional ball would appear passing through a 2-dimensional Flatworld. He said that Flatlanders would see a dot expanding outwards to become a circle, which would shrink back into a dot and disappear as the ball passed through. He then went on to say that in our 3-dimensional world, Time is like our 4th dimension; and like the Flatlanders who were incapable of understanding the passage of the ball, we were incapable of understanding the passage of Time.

I know, some folks' lunchtime conversations are other people's lectures. ;)

The writing of a poem is like a child throwing stones into a mineshaft. You compose first, then you listen for the reverberation.
-James Fenton, poet and professor (1949- )

Old school is:
listening to Kings of Convenience sing an acoustic cover of "Manhattan Skyline", and knowing how it sounded like when Aha! originally sang it. lol.

Exactly 4 years and 11 months ago, my first blog entry was the title of a song from an obscure little band then. At that moment, I had no idea that one day I would see them perform this song live, and that they would be every bit as good as I had imagined, and much much more.

It seems like this blog has come full circle at last.

Yesterday you taught me the universal (or so you claimed) rule for calculating the minimum age of your other half in a relationship, where:

Minimum age of other half = (Your age / 2) + 7

I've never heard of such a rule. Or maybe it's a guy thing. lol.

Over dinner yesterday, unexpectedly, you asked why I had stopped blogging. I hadn't told you and I'm not sure you read my blog, so I was somewhat surprised. I replied that every thought I had was in emails with you, so I didn't have anything to blog about unless I repeated those.

You replied you didn't mind if I did.
And you smiled.
And as simple as that, the hiatus was over.

Actually, everything with you has been easy so far. Too easy. And when they weren't, they were funny. Like how we sheepishly admitted that we couldn't really recall each other's faces the first few times we've met, and how I kept thinking you looked like a friend of mine (but you don't, you really don't). Even when I introduced you to the girls and warned them beforehand not to grill you, and when you showed up, nobody could say anything after "hi".. even that was funny.

Another reason I tried to stop blogging (but hadn't told you), was that I'm not sure glimpses of you won't surface in my blog even though I try not to be obvious. I guess you'll just have to trust me on that, and pinch me when you feel uncomfortable.

I remembered asking, "What are we going to do now?"
And you replied, "Fall in love."

Thanks. For showing up in my life.

It's not that I've stopped writing; it's just that I've stopped blogging.
Cos somehow, I've found it more satisfying to have one person understand my thoughts than share it with the world.
So this is the way things are for the time being :)

Thank you for reading. It was fun, wasn't it?

When we wake up tomorrow, we will know if we remember each other's faces.

It had been a long week. My overseas colleagues came and left. I was given a crash course on the intricate virtual World of Warcraft (which I don't plan to start playing).

Bought a Tee on which a cartoon badger(?) was clutching a guitar and the caption read "Music is my Friend". I thought that was funny, cos the band Hidden Cameras used to have the website entitled "Music is my Boyfriend". Almost tempted to add the word "Boy" on my Tee with a black marker but I don't think people will get it.

And now I'm reading on Schopenhauer's theory that love is blind cos everything boils down to a "will to life", ie. whatever we do boils down to procreation.

Meaning:
Getting a nice haircut is to attract the opposite sex => procreation.
Getting good grades is to get a good job, which is to attract the opposite sex => procreation.
Blogging your life online is to attract attention, which is to attract the opposite sex => procreation.

Except I still see an aging population, don't you?

Today, my MSN Messenger tag read: "Analog in a digital world".
To which glow's MSN Messenger tag replied: "Sine wave in a binary world".

Thank goodness for small amusements in life. :)

During lunch with Tweewo, we discussed about one of my past blog entries, ie.

Person A: "I don't want to lose what I have."
Person B: "I don't want what I haven't got."
So unless Persons A and B are already in the same equilibrium state which includes each other, it won't be possible for them to exist in a relationship together.

Tweewo added that 2 persons with personality trait B (ie. "I don't want what I haven't got") won't be able to get involved but 2 persons with personality trait A (ie. "I don't want to lose what I have") will definitely be able to. Hmm.

Oh, and he also said that I'm the most rational woman he knows (besides his mother). lol.