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“我今晚約了我的朋友吃晚餐。”
“女的對嗎？”
“你怎麽知道？”
“因爲 Ken 每次跟女的出去嗎！哈哈哈哈！”

Do I really always only go out with girls? Seems that way doesn't it? Haha! Shit... People have already seen me as a ladies' man. Ladies' man not in a good way as in the perfect kinda guy or the damn nice kinda guy... y'know, the most eligible bachelor kinda person... no I'm not. I'd like to think I am... haha! But a guy's gotta face reality. I'm not perfect.

Yet, I admit I do get along better with girls than guys... anytime. Granted, not all girls, but generally, girls more than guys. Why's that so? I remember Tiffany was asking me, what's the difference? They're all humans what. They're all friends what. And I didn't know how to answer her. What's the difference? Besides the fact that they're different sex la...

I don't want people to think I'm a flirt... a playboy. I'm not someone who tries to get close to girls to get them to like me, even a little bit, or to get close to them so that others think there's something going on between us, get rumours started and what not... GOD knows that's happened alot before... but wah lau! Is it really that impossible for a guy and a girl to be really good friends? Lemme tell you, it's NOT. And I always have in mind, Joanna. We've been great friends for years! We confide in each other, we spill our hearts out to each other... not all the time, but often enough for us to know we've got each other to count on. We go cycling together, run half-marathons together, always hang out together... but we've never ever had romantic feelings for each other! See? I've got a living example of a trans-gender platonic friendship. No, I wouldn't say we grew up together. I only really got to know her as a person say, 8 or 9 years ago? That's 1998 or 1999... yeah. So there, it IS possible.

K, there's a bigger list of "rumours" than the list of platonic trans-gender friendships. Yafang, Sharon Wee, Jessie, Wendy, Jiajia also I think. Then there's Eva, Asmini, Cecilia (these girls really did like me before), Lianne, Liming... and GOD knows who else have been talking behind my back. Some of it's just totally ridiculous la! Wah lau...

Sorry... somehow got fired up about the past. But no, I'm not a playboy, neither am I a flirt. I just can't help falling in love ok? Anyways, why do I need to justify my feelings? If you want to think whatever, I can't stop you anyways. *pffft*

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I was thinking just now, like, after dinner with Simin, Shi Ting and Weili, I kinda regret coming back to Singapore. So much for being so optimistic about catching up with everyone and feeling all settled in so easily. So much for wanting to eat super cheap food and taking super convenient public transport. The past few days, though fun-filled and all smiley, haven't proved to be at all fulfilling. Haven't proved to be welcoming, haven't proved to be mind-changing. Everywhere I go, everything I do, I find myself wishing for Vic or Karen or Yujun or Mel or Felicia or Tiffany or Mei or Louis or Debbie or Sam even, or Rad or Mas or Joanna or Sarah etcetera etcetera to be here in Singapore with me also... or me with them down under. Sometimes things have no link (or none that I remember) but things like 辣炒黏糕，sashimi, Ben & Jerry's, Island Creamery, honey milk tea, Club sandwiches, Ultimate cookies, iPods, Suzuki Swift, Nissan Tiida, Crumpler bags, Gloria Jeans, Subway, nachos, tofu, flowers, coffee, hot chocolate... and much much much more... so much more. Things like these keep bringing me back to Brisbane... keep bringing me back to my friends there.

Simin was saying that ya, it shows all over in my blog entries that I really miss life back in Brissie... and I was quite surprised, coz looking back, I guess it does, doesn't it? Then again, maybe this is just the initial phase... getting used to fitting in again, getting used to the humidity and busy-ness of life, getting used to the unfriendly residents of Singapore, getting used to angry pent-up emotions released to unknowing strangers. Maybe when I get used to all these again, maybe I'll get over Brisbane. Maybe... just maybe...

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