Again, this is the blog for the previous day. To be honest, I could just alter the date from the "Post Options" box, but for some reason it just doesn't seem right. (Is worrying about blog integrity symptomatic of a severe lack of anything better to do? Hmmm...) The late entry is because I got home at around 10, then ended up on the phone for the best part of two hours, and then I got stuck chatting on IRC for a few hours. None of this is helpful when you're trying to think of what to write, and it's not as if I can just go, "Can't talk now, gotta write in my blog!" Well actually I could, but I want to make it look like I'm not that big of a geek. Not that I'm saying bloggers are all geeks, mind you. Spoken like a true geek in denial, hahahaha...
Today was the second time I've left the house this year. Better chain me up, Pa! Otherwise you won't see your son again, hee hee! Ahem.
Anyway, today was Fitri's birthday party, at an apartment in Taman Rasuna which she borrowed for the day. She didn't invite me directly; Ale sent a text, and as it turns out, he too got the invite from a third party. After mulling it over, I decided to go. Usually I have reservations about going without a direct invitation, but they said there was gonna be pizza, dammit! Pizza and DVDs, and many bottles of soft drinks! So we ended up watching
American Wedding and
Undercover Brother. Films that require a minimum of brain activity are ideal when you're watching with friends, and that is what these were. Luckily they weren't that bad, good for several chuckles. Pizza, soda and low-I.Q. entertainment: now that's a party, hahaha.
On the way home with Maggie hitching a ride, we stopped by Aquarius to buy the Red Hot Chili Peppers'
Greatest Hits on CD. I'd already bought it on tape and was always going to buy it on CD eventually, but my tape mysteriously vanished and I wasn't done listening, so that plan went ahead of schedule. Picked up Halief from a shoot site nearby, and for the remainder of the ride Maggie filled me in on all sorts of campus-related intrigue. What can I say? To gossip is human, huhuhuhuh. In fact, the IRC chat session I had prior to writing this blog consisted mostly of several guys in their early twenties gossiping like a bunch of teenage girls. It might not be dignified, but it sure is fun.
Before chatting, I was on the phone with a friend who just got back from her New Year's holiday. This wasn't just any friend, in the sense that there was quite a bit of history (mostly on my part), but eventually we've ended up in a consultant-consultee type of relationship, with me as the consultant. For some reason, she calls me just about everyday (sometimes more than once a day) and tells me everything. For another reason, I listen to her go on and on endlessly and even occasionally offer any advice I can think of, whether she wants to hear it or not.
Being a listener, let alone a good one (which isn't quite me, to be honest; I tend to have attention lapses mid-rant), isn't really an easy task. Not that I don't want to listen to other people's problems, but it gets tiring when people prattle on endlessly. And yet I still listen, instead of just telling them to get their bloody act together and do something more worthwhile than spend hours on the phone listening to me tell them to get their act together. Maybe I actually do want to do my best to help people. Or maybe I get some sick sense of satisfaction from feeling like I'm needed, even if it's only as some glorified answering machine. If both are the case, then you could probably say I'm a helpful masochist.
