…even if it’s just for a few days.

Yes, I’ll be away for a good 10 days. I’ll be braving a 10-hour flight, five hour transit in Bahrain and then a two to three hour train ride to Lyon…and just to be with Nil.

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EXCITEMENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:dance:

And just in case I forget…

I’m at least a good three days ahead of schedule.

Everything is packed except for a knitting project (or two!), some needles (checked in, of course), those lovely local yummies (acar and sambal prawn) that Nil is absolutely nuts about and a mini travel kit for my hand-carry containing some face moisturiser, cleanser, wipes and oh, the very important face mist.

It feels surreal…just packing for a holiday to meet a loved one. I wonder what it’ll be like comes migration time.

Christmas this year is strangely quiet. Ackward to say the least.

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Last year, I had my first taste of Christmas and a very French Christmas dinner in Europe with a very an equally French family. Dinner started around 10pm and lasted till way past midnight, laced with heaps of wine, laughter…and oh, loads of cheese too. There was snow too and the weather was nice and cool.

This year, Christmas dinner came in the form of roast chicken (to symbolize the American turkey), acar and some veg-chicken consomme more commonly known as ABC soup. Dinner started at 5pm and was pretty quick, a little quiet and there was hardly any cheese in sight. No snow here, just a shower or two; and the weather was hot and humid.

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Last year, Christmas morning was spent lazing about and visiting family. I had chance to go for a nice walk around Lyon city. Pretty.

This year, it was spent at church waiting the choir belt out songs about Jesus. After that, it was a trip to bro’s home to fix up some stuff and then back home. Nothing fascinating there.

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Last year, I saw snow, made snow angels and cried when forced to go on the sledge. There was the French Alps, there were horses with their thick winter coats, and there was cuddles with Nil by the fire.

This year, I am packing winter wear and gearing up to spend New Year in France. Just KLIA and about 16 hours of flying to look forward too.

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Like I said…ackward.

Anyway, have a Blessed (and Merry) Christmas, folks and may He continue to bless you well into the next year!

Another year, another time for reflection and recapping. I know it’s typical; I did it last year, so I guess I’ll succumb to tradition and do it again.

The Year of 2006
January

• Shit hits the fan for the Police Dept in the form of the nude squat incident.
• Brokeback Mountain skips us.
• Chinese New Year comes along with its usual ups and downs. Oddly enough, no comments about the weight or lack of boyfriend. Hm.

February

• Remember the caricatures of Prophet Muhammad?
• I present my heart with all its patches and scars to Nil as a token of what he means to me.
• Fuel prices go up.

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…I think I’m too much of a “nice” person to “some” people.

I emailed The Ex yesterday about a book he gave away (coz I was thinking of getting it) and promptly got mildly annoyed by his response. He tells me he mailed all my books “of note” back to me and that he never gave any of them to the Salvation Army. This comes from someone who kept my textbook which I loaned to him (because he was going to take the same module as I had taken one semester earlier) because he thought I gave it to him. My CD(s) - I can’t remember if it’s just an album or a few - are with him as well.

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I’ve been drinking so don’t mind me. I just feel….excited..happy…romantic. Kenny G + Nil has that effect on me. Not to mention booze. Well, I just thought it would be nice to destroy a few liver cells. Hm. Sometimes I find myself horrifyingly amusing.

Now…when that I’m a bit “breezy”, I like to think about strange stuff…or rather just stuff that are really mundane and boring. Maybe even simple. I tend to ramble too.

Why a blog?
Honestly? I don’t know. I guess I like writing out my thoughts. I still have the diary I started when I was sixteen. It’s filled with tickets, pictures, newspaper clippings and random scribbles in an assortment of colours. I talk about my life, about the people I met, about the experiences I have been collecting over the past 27 years (and counting)…about thoughts I have. It isn’t anything specific neither is it overly generic. It’s just me.

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Well, not quite but you know what I mean. ;)

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