Blessed are the forgetful: for they shall have done with their stupidities too.

Joel: [In the house on the beach] I really should go! I've gotta catch my ride.
Clementine: So go.
Joel: I did. I thought maybe you were a nut... but you were exciting.
Clementine: I wish you had stayed.
Joel: I wish I had stayed to. NOW I wish I had stayed. I wish I had done a lot of things. I wish I had... I wish I had stayed. I do.
Clementine: Well I came back downstairs and you were gone!
Joel: I walked out, I walked out the door!
Clementine: Why?
Joel: I don't know. I felt like I was a scared little kid, I was like... it was above my head, I don't know.
Clementine: You were scared?
Joel: Yeah. I thought you knew that about me. I ran back to the bonfire, trying to outrun my humiliation.
Clementine: Was it something I said?
Joel: Yeah, you said "so go." With such disdain, you know?
Clementine: Oh, I'm sorry.
Joel: It's okay.
[Walking Out]
Clementine: Joely? What if you stayed this time?
Joel: I walked out the door. There's no memory left.
Clementine: Come back and make up a good-bye at least. Let's pretend we had one.
[Joel comes back]
Clementine: Bye Joel.
Joel: I love you...

English people drink 2.2kg of tea a year. EACH. Hehe.

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

This is a list of countries ordered by annual per capita consumption of tea, as of 2002.
Turkey 2.3 kg
United Kingdom 2.2 kg
Ireland 1.5 kg
New Zealand 1 kg
Japan 0.9 kg
Netherlands 0.8 kg
Australia 0.8 kg
Germany 0.7 kg
Switzerland 0.4 kg
Sweden 0.4 kg
Norway 0.4 kg
Finland 0.3 kg
Austria 0.3 kg
Denmark 0.2 kg
Canada 0.2 kg
France 0.2 kg
United States 0.2 kg
Belgium 0.1 kg
Italy 0.1 kg

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Sorry JZ, I liked this post so much and think it's almost the funniest thing, so I am taking it right out from your blog without asking. But here is the credit to you!

I remember writing an entry about how people who are so absorbed in reporting their daily lives on their blog right down to who they met at Zouk, the ba kut teh they ate at Havelock after, and about twenty thousand photos with different people with that same 30 degree tilt down sideway cheeky glance because that is their best profile? These people are the people I do not know how to speak to anymore. Because I know so much about their lives, too much details, so much that when I meet you and ask you how's your weekend, it's a dumb question because I already knew you were at Sentosa and it rained and you were sitting at the third bed on the right side on the second row with Tom, Dick and Harry at Del Mar. So in the wise WoW lingo, I say to myself, GG social conversation.

Worse, some people will you try not to read their blog so that you can have a conversation with them will tell you

aiyah go read my blog you will know already.
:silence:
me: erm, okay.

What else should I say then?

Thankfully, a lot of those bloggers have lost their initial bubble of energy and now updates about twice a year. Yay. At least we can talk.

But some blogs are truly interesting. Like you. You are so interesting I am going to read your archive from November 2003 just to understand how you have evolved. I appreciate your out of the world (okay, out of my world) style of writing. Some people wrote like you. No, some people try to write like you. But I can sense they were trying too hard. Trying to sound emo. Pretending to be cool. But you are writing in the I don't care if nobody understands. I don't. But I like it this way.

I'm reading you like a book. And trying to understand you as my friend. I probaby will never succeed. I never could handle people who are so artsy fartsy. Who are this artsy fartsy without trying.

This sounds hero-worship-ish. It's not man. You know it's not. Its not an infatuation nor a silly crush. It's just pure pure appreciation man. I appreciate your difference. I really like it. I'm glad we are friends. I'm glad you took me in at Nazi land even though I was a stranger and cooked for me. I'm glad you came to London and introduced Ninagawa to me at Shakespeare land. I'm glad we can still have our prata and teh in Singapore and allow you to wank the shit out and make me confuse. I'm really glad we are friends. I'm happy you don't know I know your blog. I'm happy I think you don't know about this blog.

i cannot take it liao

i'm going to explode.

It's hard to be excited about this long weekend because

1. you are so far away. and out of contact.
2. i am bored of here.

The many-a-post day

Today I officially did N-O-T-H-I-N-G at work. Finally.

Anyway, I really miss you Cui.

Sorry guys...

Calling people up in the middle of the night is officially my favourite hobby when I'm drunk.

Hehehehe

Thanks bro!

i have a map of the world on my wall

So here's the thing. One bored night in at Cui's I decided to shop on ebay for a map. Found one funky looking one for £0.50. Ultra dopey! With shipping, its still nothing (maps cost like $20 for the size of the one I got)

It may be just paper, not laminated - even better. I wanted to poke pins to show where I have been.

I ran the Find Singapore in 30 seconds test with the English - none of them succeeded.

Anyway, so if I want to tape it on my wall and poke pins, I need it to be on some surface right? Cos Singapore walls are bricks (don't give me that duh look, my wall in London was made of wood) and even if my mum don't scream at me, my pins will have to be hammered in.

So instead, I decided to go buy a styrofoam. This styrofoam has to be BIG, cos my map is big. In the end, I bought a styrofoam that is exactly the same height as my boyfriend (6ft) from Artfriend and carried it on the bus (cos it won't fit in a cab) ignoring all stares. Peak hour after work? Who cares! I sat at the last few adjacent seats of a double decker and the styrofoam was like about 5 seats long and people who were sitting beside me had to walk one tiny round around the styrofoam to alight but I pretended to not notice. I cut it to the exact size of the map, pinned the map on it, and mounted it on my wall. YAY!

Today, I bought 2 boxes of map-pins (yeah they are actually call map pins!). One red one, and a blue one.

Excitedly, I took the red ones and starting mapping out the places I've been. I took a step back and stared.

The world is so big and I have only been to so little places. I cannot take it.

I wanted to open the blue ones and map out the places you've been but I think you'd be happier doing it yourself. So I'm resisting the urge and await patiently for your return.