Level 5

Currently listening to: Boys Will Be Boys by Backstreet Boys

I've been meaning to write about this since last week. When I came back from one of my late nights in town.

Anyway.

Right now, I live not very far away from the sea. Like, it's not within walking distance, but I can see the sea in the distance from the front yard of the house.

And I've never realised just how loud the sea is, until last week, when I reached home at about 4 in the morning and turned off the car engine. The sounds of the sea coming into the shore, crashing onto the beach, immediately filled the air. It took me a while to confirm that it really was the sea making those sounds, and it was loud enough for me to classify it as noisy.

It's a nice, soothing kind of noise though. I wasn't troubled then, but when I listened to it, it felt like all the troubles in the world do not exist. I haven't been to the beach in the middle of the night for so long that I have totally forgotten about the therapeutic side of it.

Still, I will have to think twice about getting a house near the beach. I do not think that I would appreciate having any kind of sound, therapeutic or not, while I'm trying to go to sleep at night.

Colour coordination

Currently listening to: Dangerous by Kardinal Offishall

So this time, instead of crawling, he walked. And I've only got 2 words to describe it.

TOO. CUTE.

I didn't squeal my head off this time, because I was at a public place. Didn't make me fall in love with him any less than the last time though.

See, we were at McDonalds, and he was going to walk to somewhere, but caught sight of me sitting at the side. The next thing I knew, he smiled, changed his direction, and walked towards me instead, stretching out his arms as he came closer.

He didn't say “抱抱” this time, but still, I picked him up, gushing about my love for him as I did so. And I am going to continue gushing now.

宝贝我爱你！！！

Unsightly

Currently listening to: Nothing

It all started on Sunday. When I was complaining to my friends about the two ugly-looking lumps on both my little toes. I had called them calluses then.

On Monday, I decided to look it up on the Internet. I had forgotten what I had called them on Sunday, so I Googled "wart" first. They weren't warts, and I finally remembered calling them calluses, so I Googled "callus" next. Turns out that they weren't calluses either, but corns. Apparently it's easy to confuse between the two.

Anyway, while I was reading up on calluses and corns, there was information on bunions, and so, I read up on that too. If you're interested, you can read about them here.

Which brings me to the point of this entry.

I've got two corns (one on each little toe), signs of bunions on both feet, and a callus on my right index finger.

I blame the Hush Puppy heels, Isabella Anselmi flats, and every single pen and pencil that I have used in the past 24 years.

Google me

Currently listening to: Piano Concerto in A minor, Op. 16 by Grieg

Apparently, this entry of mine is ranked 4th on Google. As in, when you Google it up, it is the 4th result on the very 1st page.

While this one is ranked 1st. The very 1st result on the very 1st page.

I haven't had any of these in a very long while...

Lithgow

Currently listening to: Nothing

1 week to Chinese New Year.

All of a sudden, it occured to me that, in all of my years here in New Zealand, I have never been the one to look back and say goodbye, but the one looking at someone's back and saying goodbye.

For the past 4 years, I have been saying goodbye to, on average, three people each year. This year is no exception. For tomorrow, I will be saying goodbye to one, and two weeks later, to another.

In less than a month, I will already have met two-thirds of the yearly-average quota. With another 11 months still to go, I do not think that it will be hard to find the third person, and meet the quota fully.

Blek

Currently listening to: When You're Gone by Bryan Adams & Melanie C

They are perfect for each other. They seem perfect for each other anyway. So much so that, I cannot bear to look at them (or more accurately, pictures of them) for very long. Because the more I look, the more... rueful I feel.

Sigh...

Dream house

Currently listening to: Something There from Beauty And The Beast

I wish I could have a house just like that.

Small, but big enough. Technically old, but practically new. Big front yard, and bigger backyard.

Seriously, I could have parked 3 VANS at the front, and fit MORE than 3 VANS of people at the back. All at once.

I wonder when my turn will come...

Warmth

Currently listening to: Nothing, but Pirates Of The Caribbean: The Curse Of The Black Pearl is showing on TV

Maybe I should make this my New Year resolution: keep warm.

It amazes even myself sometimes, just how cold I can be towards another person. Family and close friends included.

I am not proud of it. Honestly, it kills me, every time after I've been cold to someone. But... what else can I say? Besides saying that I am sorry. Again.

And that I'm just a b***h that way.

Storage space

Currently listening to: Nothing

I've moved house. Again. This would be the 5th time in 5 years. It's not something that I look forward to doing every year, but when the time comes I just want to get it over and done with as soon as possible. Last year, it took me 3 trips to move everything from the old place to the new place. This year, it took me 4. Apparently, over the period of 1 year, I have added to my belongings. That, or my packing skills have deteriorated.

Anyway, I had a New Year resolution for the year 2009. I said "had", because unfortunately, when I thought it up a couple of weeks ago, I didn't write it down, and now, I have completely forgotten about it. So, I guess I'm back to the no-resolution-for-the-new-year phase, a phase which I have been in for... 24 years.

Happy 2009 y'all.