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Whats happening?

Well this is my continuing attempt to keep a blog, or would the way I’m using be called a “diary”?
I’ve never kept a written diary, although my parents always encouraged me when I was small. But then I found out that they would read it and punish me for things I said. Things such as “I hate my parents”. Why punish me?
So I stopped.
Recently I found out they also delved into my younger brother’s diary. I had to force myself not flick through it.
It was quite sad. “Agor (brother, in a Chinese pronunciation) is arguing again with mum and dad. Wow. I made so many people sad.

Reason I’m doing this, is basically, I want to use this tool to preserve my brain in conjunction with a million other devices. Well, not a million… just several.
Anyway, I hope I give more dedication to this one. And I hope I won’t hate anyone. That would be hard. Or not. I wouldn’t want to hate anyone. If I did, it would be temporal.

Where do I start for today?
Work was fine, as always. The day was mostly spent on monitoring the minimise button on the slow and ever popular internet explorer (work is not so updated); in case my manager spots me on Facebook.

Actually there was a funny encounter with David Macia, a client who helped me sort out tickets for the National Portrait Gallery. To cut a long story short, he worked at the National Gallery. I blame his Spanish!
He gave me tickets to the Renaissance exhibition the weekend preceded, but I was assuming they were Annie Libeovitz tickets. Oh well, I ticket touted them.
He decided to come in today to have a chat and asked how the exhibition was. Panicking I though that I would lie and tell him how great it was, and then I panicked again, and told another lie instead. My friend, Justyna, had already seen it.
I suppose it wasn’t a FULL lie, as I was half telling the truth. She mentioned that she didn’t like Renaissance, so I assumed that she has seen some of it before. So I guess I get away with technicality!
David is gay. He has lots of feminine behaviour, in his thirties, waves his finger around a lot, and uses his eyebrows to express himself. I looked in his bank account; a lot of evidence. He’s cool!
I asked for his email address or Facebook, because I think I can take advantage of him, and he can take advantage of me. Not for a gay relationship. This attitude may have come across as genuine to him. I was worried.
What made it worse was that I was on my lunch and sitting on my desk listening to my ipod, and he surprised me by walking in at 10 paces a second. And he said hello, so to be polite, I intended to remove my earphones to have a conversation with him. Instead I removed my glasses. Not again. It is my new “surprise” impulse behaviour. So I looked like I was nervous in front of him.
Not that gay people are nervous. I mean, it not a singular characteristic which can define them as gay.
He went. I finished my ipod.

Came home spent hours on msn with Justyna. This has been a daily happening for the past two weeks, regardless of plans. Always end up virtual dialogue.
We talked about shit as always, meaningless playful disagreements and accusations. Its not always mini shit, we walked good shit as well.
She kept trying to thank me for helping her do her coursework. I secretly like getting thanked, but I hate to hear it. I didn’t want to be stuck in that corner, so I changed subject.
We talked about music for hours and shared cheesy links on YouTube. I never knew how much good cheese I liked from the 80’s. And I thought It was quite cool that she was from Poland and knew all these classics!
I need to make a song list for a cd I made her. I'm glad that she liked it. I thought she was just being polite, but she wasn’t. She asked me not to forget. This was nice.

The msn was after which I spoke to her on the phone, which was the first time that we communicated in conversation through this channel. I hate the first steps with people in talking over telephone. I always get paranoid that I'm staying too long on the phone, or that I'm not saying enough. Every time we changed subject on the phone; I felt the split second silence and was wondering if she felt it as well. But she carried the conversation, even though I really wanted to bear the weight, but I froze. Half hour. Msn after.

Today I have also decided to sign up to a photography showing off forum. Polaloid. I started editing some pictures, and then I got lazy because I couldn’t multi-task anymore. And plus my motivation went, when my mother bought me yoghurt. How sweet. Both.

What I contributed to trade:
Pret latte, £1.85.
M&S jam biscuit sandwiches, £0.83 (BOGOF).
Post it notes, free from work.

What was in my ears:
Radiohead.
Red Hot Chilli Peppers.
White Lies.
Portishead.
Depeche Mode.
Gary Newman.
Yes.
New Order.
Joy Division.
De La Soul.
Timbaland.
NERD.
Marvin Gaye.
Otis Redding.
Etta James.
The Supremes.
Donna Summer.
Chicago.
Sophie Ellis Bexter.
Moloko.