Which of them?

So, I have a boyfriend and a lover. I said in my last post how I never thought this would happen to me, but now it has. So I might as well write down some pros and cons, just for my own sake really.

Pros,
KS: I love him! Love love love love him despite what I have done!
He’s sweet and loves me genuinely! Good humour, fun to talk to, open minded. Entertaining,
A good listener, a good cook, a wicked kisser and good lover, knows how to tease me, lovely lips, sexy body, lovely hair, beautiful smile, and beautiful face and like the same things as me, i.e. music, reading travelling etc. Treats me like a queen and would do everything for me.

Mr A.
Intellectual, deep, funny, lovely smile, really cares about me, a wicked wicked lover, knows how to satisfy me, treats me like a queen, has good eye sight, and has a car, mature, sophisticated.

Cons:
KS: Younger than me, slightly immature, sometimes naive and need to let other people speak their minds sometimes.

Mr A.
He meditates sometimes, can sometimes be a little too deep; don’t know how much he actually wants me.
Can anyone understand how I can love one guy and yet want another one so much? Aren’t you supposed to want no one else when you love someone and are attached to them? Would be good to hear some thoughts on this. I know though that I am making no rushed decision. I’ll think carefully and make sure nobody gets hurt although I’ve hurt myself a little bit already. I know though to be careful!

Merry Christmas!!

I had a really weirdd, but quite vivid dream last night. I dreamed that I was checking my email and that I had received an email from a journalist who I quite admire and who happens to have this blog address. This is how the email in my dream went:

Hi,

I’ve had a look at your blog. You do write really well and there’s lots of good stuff here. However, your blog isn’t funny at all and it lacks sense of humour. Maybe you could do something about that?

On a lighter note, I think you should sign your blog up for the annual, British Weblog award. I think you’ll have some good chances there but do take my advice please and make your blog more fun to read.

Don’t give up.

Have a merry Christmas and a happy new year and looking forward to go drinking with you when you’re back in London.

Weird or what? I often remember my dreams down to little details like that. My friends think I’m a bit of a freak because of it, but at least it perhaps made you, my readers laugh a little, or at least smile. Hmm. Should I try to make this blog funnier? I don’t quite know how to. Maybe writing down some of my weird dreams would help?

Anyway, Christmas is over now. At least the main part of it. Being Norwegian, we celebrated Christmas Eve. After a morning walk in the jungle and a climb up 272 stairs to a Hindu temple, we went home, showered, dressed and my sister and I watched the Czech version of Cinderella which is on TV in Norway every year on Christmas Eve. Afterwards we had pork rib, sausage and vegetables. We ate till we got stuffed and then we opened our gifts. It’s not like when I was a kid, when opening of Christmas presents took hours and I got so much I could hardly carry it all with me. I got a book by my favourite author, Liza Marklund, a few silver bangles from Bali, a wine bottle stopper with a Santa on top, sports bra and bikini and some kitchen stuff.

Afterwards, my parents headed off to bed and sister and I watched season 5 of Friends which she got and ate ourselves silly on crisps, chocolate and loads more crap.

This morning we had a long work out session to run off any weight we might have gained the day before, sent some time by the pool where we swam a bit and listened to the book I got, before we went down to KLCC where we looked around a few shops and then went for a meal and watched the twin towers.

Tomorrow, we’re going back to China town to do some shopping! I’ll get all presents for my friends while I’m there.

I wish you all a very happy Chrismas and that you’re all having a fab time!