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Chinese New Year this year has proved to be most agreeable. To start off with, my mother brought a Wallace and Gromit DVD to the reunion, which meant that no one was really required to say much to the adults- something that all kids like, because its horrid enough having two parents and sometimes the maid telling you what to do. You dont need another 5 aunts and uncles offering their opinions about your life.

I had a good time with the people from Uberture.com, who are looking to re start their magazine sometime in March. They were all arty comp savvy types that werent too concerned with getting onto radio or television which is a big relief to me, because for some reason or another, most of my social activity the last few months have revolved around people desperate to get on TV, for some reason unknown to all but themselves.

The guy pulling the e-zine together even has his own invention, its called the Air Wash; and it really isnt true that Singapore has no top design talent it got the Electrolux top prize 2 years back. I like quirky inventions.

Richard and I have pulled apart the apartment once again for another photoshoot. Dee didnt turn up for it, so Ive gotten another girl who will be more interesting for the part- to do it instead. I cant wait, Ive been telling her for years that shes really gorgeous and she really should be on camera, at least a couple of times and get away with some really interesting photos. Taz has a face like a bollywood star and breasts that will make you melt. They make me melt anyway. But Ive promised her I wont try anything funny, its impossible anyway, Richard doesnt stand much nonsense when hes taking photos.

I havent any idea whats going on with Dee at the moment. Shes kinda game, and then when the time comes, she becomes absolutely un contactable. I mean its not like Ill bite her or anything, if she cant make it, theres no harm in saying that she cant. I dont quite get it really people are just so weird.

We had a lovely day today. Im definitely starting to go mad in Singapore, but its just so difficult to leave when youve got school and work and all that crap going on. The apartment has been taken apart, so weve set up tatami mats in the living room, and tried to spend as little time at home as possible.

We watched Memoirs of a Geisha. It was entertaining, but terribly cheesy at points, which is a pity, because the age old romance between a very much older patron and a young artisan/courtesan creates (or rather, can create) such powerful romantic, sexual stirring in our imaginations that that it kinda pushed it that bit too far felt like quite a disappointment. It could have had the oh my god my sex is on fire thing going for it, like The Secretary did.

We had a walk around the Riverside later in the evening. It was quite nice and breezy and had the family holiday feel about it. There were all these families hanging around the colourful bridges trying to keep their kids from falling into the river. Then there was dinner at the Grand Copthorne, which is quite a decent place to enjoy a cup of coffee outdoors in the evening I think, as long as you get them to put out the mosquito coils.

I read more of John D. Barrows The Infinity Book and a little bit from the New Scientist about how it is now possible to put human life on hold and eroticized a past experience for a book on erotic adventure thats to be published by the same people that printed Invisible Trade. I personally dont care for erotica, unless its really deranged, or really true, and even then. I find it impossible to get anything out of erotica unless I can really understand the characters in it, but most times, the characters just come across as confused, insecure people unsure of why exactly they like what they like.

Its funny how easily Ive converted to enjoying the quiet happiness I have now. I wasnt sad or anything before I met him, but I was certainly a lot more confused, and a lot more alone. I was tougher then too, no doubt. I feel upset at the slightest dip in his moods, and when hes stressed out with this or that, or slightly guilty when Im hanging out and dont feel like coming back because I just feel too lazy to wait for a cab. That sort of nonsense.

Ive gotten a few emails about how my life has become boring since, but you know, theres nothing I can do about it if its become boring to you, is there. Its my life after all, if youre bored go find your own adventures, or read someone elses. Tolstoy was right when he said all happy families are alike, all unhappy families are unhappy in their own way. I dont deny it is more exciting to read about people that are still finding themselves in this or that part of their life. And even more exciting if their life is moving at breakneck speed. But its impossible for anyone sane to keep up. I counted the amount of men I really, really tried to date properly, and the cities Ive visited in the last 2 years, and its insane. Its one thing to be Belle du Jour, where thats kinda what you do for a living, and its another thing when youre nothing more than a 19 year old student who just wants to have someone to love and have time to read, think about things (with the experience to actually think about them practically) and draw the human body and silent caf scenes.