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Let’s hope that 2010 is awesome.

Where’s my cup of kindness?
WillQ.

I just got back from Disney’s latest rehashing of the old Dickens favourite, “A Christmas Carol”. It’s completely computer animated, and while it does star Jim Carrey as Scrooge (and a bunch of other characters), it’s one of the most faithful retellings and and wonderful interpretations I’ve seen in a long time.It’s awesome, and you should watch it. I saw it in 3D, and it was even better.

Of course, there’s nothing like a Christmas movie in a mall bedecked with Christmas decorations to get you in the mood, so I got home and dug out the Christmas stuff, and went to work on the tree. In honor of which I present this again.

It’s an oldie, but a goodie.

Get away from the tree!
WillQ.

I talk about coffee a lot in interviews, and on air, usually with references like “I haven’t had nearly enough coffee” or “I’ve had enough coffee to manage, so go on” or “God, I need a coffee”, but it’s really just a lame attempt to conform, because the truth is that I hardly ever drink coffee.

It’s not just because I don’t like it. Quite the contrary. I think it tastes yum. But it does usually always give me a headache. And it’s been that way for years. But I’ve always told people that when I make my own coffee, I’m fine, so I’m obviously not allergic to coffee in general. And that part is true.

I’ve had one jar of coffee in my apartment since I moved in (you can tell I don’t drink it much). It’s usually for guests, but I have a cup to legitimise the fact that I sleep four hours a night, and feel fine. Funny thing is, my brother, who lives in a different time zone, and doesn’t seem human when he wakes up (at about 4pm) until he’s had a coffee, was hitting it regularly, and still felt more tired than he had in weeks.

Then Rachel came over, and tried to stay up for a movie marathon by hitting the coffee, but ended up falling asleep. Suspicious. The next morning she demanded to see said coffee, on account of it being 2 years old and probably gone off and thereby useless.

She was wrong.

It was decaf.

Who knew eh?

Who’s allergic to caffeine?
WillQ.

Research about sleep shows lots of things.

Some of the literature says that sleeping less than 8 hours will make you less productive, more irritable, and lead to a short, horrible, ticked off life.

Some other research seems to think that getting less than 8 makes you live longer.

Never one to follow the guidelines of common sense, I tip-toe on the precipice of severe sleep deprivation by getting, on average, about 4 or so hours of sleep. It’s not great, but I get by. And besides, my inbuilt body clock seems determined to wake me up every morning at about 6am. But last night was just ludicrous.

After a pleasant dinner out, I was peer-pressured into going for some drinks down the road, but finally called it quits at midnight (keep in mind that I wake up at 4.30am), to choruses of female (and some male) protestation.

I thought I’d get to bed, but I was text messaged with continuous updates about the groups whereabouts. And when I was informed of the drunken lot meandering en-masse to Zouk, I decided to do the chivalrous thing and go to the rescue, which I did.

2 hours later, and smelling faintly of smoke, I was home.

And I got an hour of sleep. The things we do to be good people, eh?

Yawn…
WillQ.

Say no to bush?
WillQ.

Happy St Patrick’s Day!

Hissssss
WillQ.

I don’t often go out much these days. Maybe I’m old. Maybe I’m jaded. Maybe I prefer actually getting some sleep. And maybe, I’m just waiting for life to reboot, instead of having to stare at a real world equivalent of a “loading” screen. But regardless, I do not get out all that much.

Which is why when I do, I tend to go all out. Case in point – last night.

I was gonna stay home. I ended up dragging myself to an Absolut Vodka party, where I ate my own body weight in canapes and supped steadily off of the free flow vodka. Great. That should have been it.

It wasn’t.

Somehow, I ended up being dragged to a Foam Party. It was crowded, wet, foamy, and involved little clothing. And it was amazing fun. Altho the vodka no doubt helped me form that opinion.

Oddly enough, despite being squeaky clean, I feel very dirty! Some of the girls there were… well, friendly doesn’t even begin to cover it. Ahem.

Also I can’t seem to find my pants. Hmm.

Tiny bubbles?
WillQ.

I know I’m popular, but really…

…this is just silly.

“Tell me that you love me more”.
WillQ.

Forget about the lights and camera, just give me the action.

Squeak-a-squeak-a!
WillQ.

I’ve posted four times today. I think that’s a record.

I’ve also not left the house at all. Not so much of a record for a Sunday (surprising, huh?).

And lastly, I scored this…

…despite not having had even a drop of coffee.

Natural high, anyone?
WillQ.