Alter Ego

i am thinking of starting a journal. i know i already have the blog, but i thought writing a journal would be different-- more personal, more intimate. and yes, this time around, i want to write instead of type.

i have always felt that although people seem to be drawn closer than before with technological advances and the Internet, at the same time, relationships have become not as " close" as before, if you know what i mean.

sure, you talk a lot to friends and people whom you haven't seen in a long while on msn and icq, but when was the last time you had a cuppa with them?

i know having a journal doesnt solve any of those problems, but it'll be something i do for myself, something that i may want to pass down to my grandchildren in future.

it should be fun keeping a journal. besides, i have always thought i have nice handwriting. hahah. :) i'll still be blogging, and i dun exactly know how different my journal is going to be from my blog, but i think there'll be a different approach to writing down how i feel, my experiences in life etc.

so yes, i'll be starting my journal soon. but first, i have to make a trip to walmart to get a book to write on. *grin*

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the other day, some woman at the laundromat starting telling me about how this restaurant owner tried to chat her up when she went for dinner. and so she went on and on. like for the next 10 minutes. about the story that took place 3 years ago. i was bored. i wasnt interested at all. i thought it was pretty obvious that i didn't want to talk cos i was sitting with my body turned away from her. apparently, she didn't take body language classes.

so anyway, i listened politely. i think she isn't really of a sound mind, cos she looked weird, a bit dirty-looking, her child had a dirty face, and i thought she smelled a little. to be honest, i held my breath for a sec when she walked towards me to use the washer. so imagine when she sat down next to me and starting talking ?!

i didnt pay much attention, mostly cos i wasnt particularly interested in what she was saying, and partly becos i am still trying to get used to the southern accent, and you know how angmos like to lower their voices when they get to certain parts of the story, so i kinda missed bits and pieces of it. not that it mattered. and i think i managed to act like i fully understood what she was saying.. ahah.

then the lady working at the laundromat walked past us and saw her talking to me. she shot me this look like " why was i in a conversation with her?"

i must say that people in the country are nicer/ friendlier/ more talkative than city folks. i was quietly folding my clothes from the dryer, when again, i got engaged in a conversation with this guy who came to use the washer. sigh!

the guy:" are u from southeastern?" ( southeastern is the uni in durant-- Southeastern Oklahoma State Uni, or southeastern for short)
me: " no"
the guy:" are you working at the mexican restaurant?"
me: "no"
guy: " you don't go to southeastern? i thought you look very familiar."
me: " no, i dun go to school."

-------~~ by this time, i was getting a little sian. either he was really being friendly, or he was trying desperately to pick me up.

guy: " what brings you to durant?"
me:" my husband is working here"
guy: " where are you from?"
me:" massachusetts... ( i dun say connecticut anymore, just in case people have no clue where that is)"
guy: " which part of massachusetts? i went there once with a friend to visit her friend studying in Harvard."
me: " near boston." ( that's not entirely true, but i figured he wouldnt know middleboro, and anyway, who cares!)

at this juncture, the laundromat auntie saved me from yet another conversation i didnt want to be a part of. she started talking to the guy. Phew!!!!

Man, i just wanted to do my laundry in peace.