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s t a r m | s t December 31st, 2005

we dance. the lights are turned down low and bodies are moving in sync to the pounding rhythm. the music runs through me; i hear it in my ears my mind my bones my soul. my hair cascades carelessly down my face my neck onto my shoulders as i tilt my head about. i open my eyes and see him watching me while he dances. he slides behind me and grasps me by the waist. we dance close together, shoulders and hips moving in perfect unison. we dance apart, spinning twirling and laughing out loud. we blend ourselves into the music, all turning to one. we dance slowly, sensually, face touching face. we dance fast, with frenzied movements, a sheen of prespiration covering our bodies. my legs are numb, his breath comes out quick, my cheeks are tinged pink, his damp dark hair clings to his face.

the music halts abruptly. i wake up, my heart pounding madly, and i know that he is not with me.

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s t a r m | s t December 31st, 2005

The end draws near
for the closing of the year
Before the curtains fall
this is 2005 for me.

I have cried too many tears
discovered too much anger
said too many words
laughed with too little people
I have loved too deeply
stored too much sorrow
hated too intensely
dreaded too many ‘morrows
I have made too many acquaintances
burned one too many bridges
listened to too many voices
experienced too many heartbreaks
I have seen too many deaths
witnessed many miracles
believed in too many lies
revealed too many truths
I have taken too many risks
lived too many roles
volunteered too little service
fulfilled too little goals
I have spent too much dough
read too little prose
clicked on too many weblogs
slept too little hours
I have received indecent proposals
found the job of my dreams
kept in contact with my friends
and told my family I love them.

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s t a r m | s t December 30th, 2005

It’s all a blur to me.

mrm [unsuspectingly]: …and then we can all countdown together after that.

Me [abruptly, in a shocked tone]: What!! What is the date tomorrow???

mrm [confused]: 31st December?

Me [half-screamed]: What!!!!!!!!!! 31st!!!!!!!!

mrm [taken aback]: Huh.. Why?? You mean you didn’t know?

Me [traumatised, wailing]: I didn’t know the last day of the year is tomorrow!! I thought today’s the 29th!!!

mrm [amused]: Today’s the 30th. So you wanna go?

Me [babbling]: Oh nooooooo…. Couldn’t be mah cos I checked my laptop calendar and it said it is the 29th of December so today must be that and then I thought that logically tomorrow will be the 30th and Sunday the 31st and Monday the 1st I didn’t know that tomorrow is the last day of the year already how could it be so fast I’m not prepared.

mrm: *chuckles at bimbotic-sounding me*

Me [sounding unstable]: Oh no.. oh no. *disbelieving laugh* I can’t believe it. But when I checked the calender.. *trails off* Sorry, I think I’m in no state to make a decision now don’t know what to say still very traumatised about the fact that I’m behind time. *whine* Oh no….

mrm: ….. Err. Okay. …..

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s t a r m | s t December 29th, 2005

It started with too much time on my hands and a sudden longing for aglio olio pasta. Not just any aglio olio pasta, but that one from there.

Tucked in the uppermost floor of TB Plaza is a humble western-style restaurant where we used to frequent. The food is relatively cheap and tastes great. It is also the place where I first discovered the most wonderful aglio olio pasta, which, until now, is still unrivalled by all the other aglio olio pasta I have tried elsewhere.

There are new faces all around except for one - the boss of the place. He serves me pleasantly, his face displaying no hint of recognition.

“Table for one, miss?”

“Yes, please.”

He brings me a menu. It is thicker, posher-looking. The variety of food has expanded, but I order my old favourites without any hesitation and wait quietly for them.

The soup tastes the same - rich and creamy. They now serve it in a dainty china cup, along with a thin saucer. The pasta does not disappoint, it is still as delicious and lip-smacking as ever. But the serving is smaller and they use a different kind of fish. They play the same music. The decor has not changed. The service provided is of their typical style.

Everything is the same, yet everything is different.

• the core , the sentimental lover
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s t a r m | s t December 28th, 2005

I lost them, and I cannot find them.

I didn’t know just how sentimental I am until the drops started falling and wouldn’t stop for the entire night. Even when I spoke over the phone while rumaging through the bag again and again, they wouldn’t stop. Even when I search the house at 2 in the morning, half-blind and exhausted, they wouldn’t stop. Even when I tried to sleep, they wouldn’t stop. Even until now they wouldn’t stop.

Was it worth it, Dumbo, to go, I’m sorry to ask that. How, how… I can’t stop the tears, and I don’t know what to do.

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s t a r m | s t December 26th, 2005

Was reading a friend’s writings when I came across this paragraph which said everything I couldn’t put in words myself.

It hurts, so much, when you know that at the end of the day your intuition is right, that your suspicions have always been right, and that despite it all, you want to believe in the better things that could happen but you are wrong. It hurts even more knowing that you loved that person so much, that you tried to move on, but then you fall all over again. It hurts to be kept in the dark, yet it hurts to know.

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s t a r m | s t December 25th, 2005

Wow… I seriously just slept my Christmas away…

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s t a r m | s t December 21st, 2005

We were strolling along the busy streets of Orchard Road yesterday, appreciating Yann Arthus Bertrand’s beautiful aerial photography exhibits when the following exchange was overheard.

Boyfriend: Hey, look! The twin towers!
Bimbotic Girlfriend [staring at the said exhibit]: Wow! Is it before [September 11] or after?

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s t a r m | s t December 21st, 2005

Funny ‘Taboo’ moments during our one-night stay at Swissotel.

Kai Kun [having to describe what was on his card to make us guess the word]: Oh, oh! This thing is a very cute thing…
Sweetiepie [without hesitation]: Me!

Sweetiepie’s turn: I have a very good… what?
Three of us: ??!?
Answer: Figure.

Me the movie freak: Memoirs of a…?
Smart Sherry: Geisha!
Next Card
Me the movie freak: The movie that was on HBO just now! Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless…?
Two of them: *confused looks*
Me [disbelievingly] What? You guys don’t know the movie?!
Next Card
Me the movie freak: Oh! The name of the guy who was in the show we watched just now…
Sherry [immediately]: Angelina Jolie.
Kai Kun: Guy, guy!
Me: Not that movie, the other one.. Troy..
*blank looks all around*
Me: Ah! The one who gonna marry Angelina Jolie!
Sherry & Sweetiepie [in perfect unison]: Brad Pitt!
Kai Kun: Why are all in reference to movies??

Kai Kun’s turn: Men..err.. men like to have this on their bodies.
*wary looks on the rest of our faces*
Kai Kun: You know.. you know..?
Me [thinking disgusting Austin Powers]: Err.. hair?
Sherry: Condom!
*everyone burst into wild laughter*
Kai Kun: No lah! They like to have them at their stomach area!
Me and Sweetiepie: *continue laughing uncontrollably*
Sherry: Eh? Stomach? What can be on their stomach?
Me: *still giggling hysterically*
Kai Kun: She’s gone mad.
Me [sudden burst of inspiration]: Six pecs!

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s t a r m | s t December 20th, 2005

And so, after the morning terp and afternoon carolling, it was yet another mad rush down to Swissotel [Sweetiepie won a free one night stay there!] to dress up for the company’s Retro Night D&D.
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What do three girls do when they are all dressed up and waiting for their transport to arrive? They take funny pictures of course!
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Aren’t my two friends absolutely babelicious?

Initially, the costumes were a little over the top, with feathered headgears ala Moulin Rouge and heavy glittery necklaces, so we decided to do away with them. While waiting at the hotel lobby for Prof and QueenLady to come fetch us, all the time trying to be as inconspicuous as possible [which is quite difficult to do so, hello!], a group of foreigners were so fascinated and tickled by our dressing they decided to snap pictures of us. It was only when we became conscious of it that one of them came up to us to take a picture with us. “No, bad idea. Too short.” he muttered comically when he wanted to stand between us and realised he was shorter than all of us, and stood, instead, in front of us.

Kai Kun was a good sport, dressing retroliciously and gamely dancing on stage for a prize. He was so unrecognisable that his previous boss came up to NiceGuy and asked, “Hey, what happened ah? What did you guys do to him?” “It must have been all that intensive research we made him do that affected his brain,” QueenLady replied sassily.
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[Why are all my photos turning out so fugly?!? Please refer to Flickr for reality.]

Our table shone cos we had our very own charismatic John Lennon and pretty Olivia Newton-Jones with us. The rest were no less wonderful and the higher management at the table beside ours could not stop taking pictures of all of us. *laughs*
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After that memorable night, I think L&T’s image is shot to hell [and nobody would take us seriously ever again].

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