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I think I must have paused The Exorcism of Emily Rose for more than twenty times and it is only in its 25th minute. Some pauses were because I was editing Feeling Bad for Being a UK Size 8 while the remaining pauses were because I am little pussy cat at heart. I have never been good with horror flicks and watching them in cinemas are a total waste of my good money. What can I see when I spend 80% of the running time peeking through the tiny gaps between my fingers?

E, on the other hand, is excellent with horror movies and used to tease me endlessly whenever I was naive enough to try watching another scary movie with her. PY (yes, I love her) enjoys watching movies in the comfort of her home and is a great supporter of our local DVD Ah Beng.



I shall end with this; a private corner in my bedroom where I store things that I treasure.


Top shelf, left to right

• Photo and frame given as a present from R after the Rainforest Music Festival.


• Some postcards from Laos behind it.


• A feathery brooch that I pinned on my black jacket previously.


• The Five People You Meet In Heaven by Mitch Albom.


• A beanie puppy soft toy.


• A photo of Alex, his family and I in Tatton Park last year and its envelope above it.

Bottom shelf, left to right

• Collection of shells, picked by Alex and I during our daily walks along the beach in Ko Raya early this year.


• Some pine cones that Alex picks for me wherever he is (working away from our home in Kent).


• A necklace given by this friend which is special because it has a dragonfly on it.


• Valentine card from Alex.

On the right side of the wall

• My bday card from Alex on top.


• Bon voyage card from Alex's parents at the bottom.

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Okay... I think I am ready to brave through another 2 minutes of Emily Rose before I panic and come edit this entry.

Kisses from me,
Otto