tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60583609425011852492012-02-16T13:48:04.325+01:00Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666923740800509836noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058360942501185249.post-12219627070162141442010-01-13T10:06:00.000+01:002010-01-13T10:07:37.786+01:00... and i never had a problem addressing 2009 as 'last year'<br /><br />i probably couldn't wait for it to be over<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058360942501185249-1221962707016214144?l=i-am-peculiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666923740800509836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058360942501185249.post-78297370842397208242009-12-10T23:31:00.002+01:002009-12-11T10:40:08.123+01:00dinner date with A yesterday...<br />email from exbf...<br />surprise greeting from someone i thought was dead...<br />fb post from exbf at midnight...<br />sms from Lau at 1230...<br />numerous birthday greetings from wonderful friends...<br />flowers from G...<br />lunchdate with Lau...<br />birthday greetings from colleagues...<br />dinner date with kids...<br />chocolate cake from starbucks...<br />visit from A...<br /><br />it wasn't so bad.<br /><br />happy birthday to me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058360942501185249-7829737084239720824?l=i-am-peculiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666923740800509836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058360942501185249.post-3912459792462046802009-12-07T09:25:00.001+01:002009-12-07T09:29:53.197+01:00i attended a party last friday organized by a colleague.<br />too many couples in one place.<br />in fact, i was the only 'single' girl there.<br /><br />i felt like the enemy.<br />i just didn't belong.<br /><br />i felt kinda sad<br />and jealous, i must admit...<br /><br />note to self: no go to parties like this next time.<br />or bring my own date.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058360942501185249-391245979246204680?l=i-am-peculiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666923740800509836noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058360942501185249.post-33280916846281560562009-12-02T13:40:00.001+01:002009-12-02T13:42:09.380+01:00it's K's birthday today. <br />7 years old.<br />time flies too fast... <br /><br />mommy loves you everyday baby girl...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058360942501185249-3328091684628156056?l=i-am-peculiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666923740800509836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058360942501185249.post-38103031397097388642009-12-02T10:44:00.002+01:002009-12-02T10:47:10.787+01:00yes i finally did it. <br /><br />after 2 years of being too feminine, i decided to go back to my roots and rediscover my old short-haired self.<br /><br />it was a sleep-deprived and confused decision<br />but it really perked me up yesterday...<br /><br />i love it!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058360942501185249-3810303139709738864?l=i-am-peculiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666923740800509836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058360942501185249.post-31854811939237545322009-12-01T09:31:00.007+01:002009-12-01T11:40:47.166+01:00he showed up. I let him in.<br />we touched. we kissed. we touched...<br /><br />he wanted more. I wanted more. <br /><br />but it never happened.<br /><br />and it's not because of this <a href="http://i-am-peculiar.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-schadenfreude.html">problem</a>.<br />don't ask me why it never did.<br /><br />Carrie Bradshaw would say 'it's not logic, it's love'.<br />I would want to say 'it's not logic, it's lust'.<br />but I am not so sure about this now.<br /><br />after I have beaten myself up stupid last night with Lau, <br />and now too much of a zombie because I barely slept,<br />I realized I may have overreacted...<br /><br />right in the core of me is a flatline.<br />or maybe that's what I want to have. <br /><br />or maybe it's just plain stupidity.<br />and i am in utter denial.<br /><br />he would want more. I would want more.<br />it is very clear.<br /><br />and it will happen if I allow it.<br />I am very sure of it.<br /><br />interestingly enough though,<br />the best part was the long and tender hug.<br /><br />he smelled nice...<br /><br />I should just send myself to exile.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058360942501185249-3185481193923754532?l=i-am-peculiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666923740800509836noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058360942501185249.post-90015134453925117562009-11-29T21:42:00.002+01:002009-11-29T21:44:27.199+01:00A is in Honolulu for a conference. talked to him briefly. i was too happy to see him online.<br /><br />no, i am not in love.<br /><br />he will be gone for the next 9 days i think. <br />slow week this week.<br /><br />hay.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058360942501185249-9001513445392511756?l=i-am-peculiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666923740800509836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058360942501185249.post-50304480999528489932009-11-28T11:53:00.006+01:002009-12-01T09:52:32.522+01:00more of goodbye... since it was yesterday. EXHAUSTED beyond belief. <br /><br />there was cake at the coffee shop. <br />i asked if it was chocolate cake. <br />he said no. <br />i asked, then what?<br />he said... it's Belgian Chocolate cake.<br /><br />don't forget kids, it's not chocolate cake.<br />it's Belgian Chocolate cake.<br /><br />--<br /><br />Many thanks to my bestfriend Lau and good friend SE and to their better halves ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058360942501185249-5030448099952848993?l=i-am-peculiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666923740800509836noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058360942501185249.post-57988621473548410372009-11-26T10:05:00.002+01:002009-11-26T10:08:45.318+01:00chatted with the exbf again (i know) after A left. was in a very good mood last night - nothing could make it bad.<br /><br />he said he has erection problems - tried but no luck. and he wants to sleep with me. again.<br /><br />too much information all at once. i took pleasure from the fact that he's fucked up and i am having the time of my life.<br /><br />schadenfreude. enough said.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058360942501185249-5798862147354841037?l=i-am-peculiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666923740800509836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058360942501185249.post-91415496461796050182009-11-25T10:00:00.004+01:002009-11-25T10:06:37.894+01:00A is only going to be here for 2 more weeks all in all. very nice guy.<br /><br />my change of relationship status on facebook shocked my friends. funny how people react to this.<br /><br />we are exclusively dating with extras while he's still here. in short - it's complicated. after that, we'll see.<br /><br />he's visiting me tonight.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058360942501185249-9141549646179605018?l=i-am-peculiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666923740800509836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058360942501185249.post-20329323557747642732009-11-24T10:15:00.005+01:002009-11-25T10:08:40.396+01:00he's back from outer space - again. he always turns to me when he's feeling sad. <br /><br />shock absorber much? <br /><br />this time, he is getting me exhausted with his depression and negativity.<br /><br />i should stop, right?<br /><br />right.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058360942501185249-2032932355774764273?l=i-am-peculiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666923740800509836noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6058360942501185249.post-72368869522922856712009-11-23T17:23:00.002+01:002009-11-23T17:28:52.509+01:00my nth attempt at blogging. :-)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6058360942501185249-7236886952292285671?l=i-am-peculiar.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12666923740800509836noreply@blogger.com0