We brought Peter and Niki out last night for a feast at Musashi. The germans had never had proper sushi and sashimi before and wanted to find out what it was like. After dinner, we headed of to an irish pub "paddy maguire" for a coupla of beers and then off to Bar Broadway for more beers and pool.

Peter =)


Don't be fooled by his goofy camera face. Niki is really cute with ashy blonde hair and bluish eyes. Jol's ethan hawke is *grimace* no where near in comparison.

Ian looking suave

marty looking chinky
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I have been a good girl at work. Instead of spending the better part of my mornings furiously blogging away, I have have been hard at work. I've realised that my days are too short. I need my full 8 hours of work to get things done and any slacking off on my part only serves to cause me more grief when I bring work home or work on the weekends.

anyway, life has been slow and mundane and I have nothing much to lament about i suppose

although the other day, I did have a moment of inspiration, reminiscent of my former self.

whilst on my way to work, sitting on the bus, and thinking about stuff as you do on long bus journeys, I wondered when was the precise moment I realised I had fallen in love.

and it was the feeling, when I woke up one morning and felt like I wanted to do so much for this person but yet, everything that I felt i could do for him would not ever be enough to show him how much i felt for him, which lead to the epiphany that I am in love.

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Poor ol mart was sick this morning. He had been tossing and turning in bed since the wee hours of dawn as he felt nauseous. All my attempts to get him to stick a couple of fingers down his throat to clear his system and make himself feel better was futile and he stubbornly refused to puke. when i asked him why he said he just didn't want to. where's the reason in that? if you feel sick, you puke.
anyway he suffered...
after a couple of hours when he roused me with his tossing once again, i tried telling him to retch it out saying I would help him and relief this time when he leapt out of bed and said ok. i sleepily got up and slowly pattered to the bathroom behind him but before i got there, i already heard him heaving away loudly...
literally bleah...
after some back stroking and more heaving, he was done. gave him a warm towel to wipe his face and a mug of warm water and voila, he was good as new and back with a vengence, behaving like an idiot, shaking his huge womanly ass at me. It made me laugh. =)
Finally, and quite suddenly too, he declared he was off to bed to sleep for another 12 hours and tottered off to bed, leaving me, bright-eyed and bushy tailed, to my own devices (where devices i mean laptop) and so i was finally able to get some blogging done.

oh something else note-worthy...

I told mart that I have been getting alot of responses for my online dating account and told him to check out the men that have been saying hi to me. He went online and read out the profiles of each of them and decided one of them sounded fun and sent a response back so we could be friends. I read that guy's profile a few days later and realised one thing. Mart and I had the same "taste" in men. That sounded good at first but then it actually is quite worrying since Mart does sounds quite faggoty when he tries to say "chey"... i wonder if his sexual identity is suspect *strokes chin*

anyway, back to the online dating guy... Self-deprecating humour is always good and I guess that was what stood out in his profile. the rest were either too boring, too short, too ugly or too old...

so anyway, this online dating guy dropped me an email giving me his msn details and now, he's on my list and chatting with me. I've just told him I have a boyfriend and I wonder if he's disappointed because he's wasted credits sending me and email... i hope not because he does sound like a person i'd like to be friends with.