It's been
so long.
I hadn't been missing. Or depressed. Or been cut off from the world. Or bimbotically forgotten the password to my blog. Simply... hadn't find updating this blog more important than the other things in my life.
Reading a friend's diligently updated blog gave me the motivation again. So here I am.
Where was I? The Italian rendezvous. Right.
Following that very scandalous affair and many boring episodes later, I found myself dating somebody. A lad quite out of the ordinary considering my taste in men - he's short, doesn't speak French, hereditarily tone-deaf, doesn't drive a posh car, and he's...
asian.
OMG, right?
Yes so I've dated this Chinese boy seven months my junior who happens to be a hairdresser.
Fast-forward to two and a half months later, we
amicably parted. Notice the italics. He gave me the impression that he didn't take it too well. How could you depend on a person (or a relationship, for that matter) for life's happiness? There are so many more things to be happy about. Like a new hobby, that new song on Youtube you just can't stop listening to, the weekend, the many beautiful boys and the many ecstatic sex you'll be having with them. Just think about it!
I guess we're better off as just friends. Two drama queens just don't go well together. He renders me amateur when it comes to being emotional.
(Yup, that bad.)
Spare you the details. People I've bored with the events leading up to the break-up have told me that it was a wise move. I feel justified.
I moved to my
5th home in Singapore in two years' time. Each moving process is more back-breaking than the previous ones. When you travel, you buy stuff, stuff that has no real use to you but you're too reluctant to let go of. And the mystery of the missing pans.
I bought a set of frying pans several months before the move and the night before I went for a short getaway to Bangkok, the pans went missing. When I came back from the brief holiday and had to relocate the same day, the pans were still missing. I have no proof who took it, but I guess I knew who did, anyway.
I'll write again some time this week. I swear.
