25 yo Melbournian. Born and bred in the shadows of a city called KL. Survives on chocolates, lots of sleep and the comfort of good company. Loves a good laugh, a good book, a good cry, a good movie.

"Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love and something to hope for." - Joseph Addison

Double standards...

27.1.04

I had 3 missed calls from my dad last night. And when I finally picked up, I got a blasting from him about not being home yet at 3am. Dragged my ass back half an hour later to a long lecture from him. And there it was, the lecture with double standards tainted all over. It's alright to stay out late if you're a boy, but you're a girl! *sigh* So while everyone is up @ Genting tonight, I thought it best to sit my ass home tonight and show my face around. I need my rest as well I think. Five days of 6am nights can't be good for me huh.

It has been a long day. A million thoughts running through my head. I wish they would just stop running and start walking. Just slow enough for me to catch up with them.

Choices

24.1.04

There are always decisions to be made. And then there are the right choices, and the wrong choices. People say think with your head, but always follow your heart. But it seems to me that the heart always makes the wrong choices. I guess in the end, it comes down to what constitutes a right or a wrong. How exactly do you justify a choice as being the 'right' one? Is it the one that makes you happiest, at no cost to others? Or is the right choice the one that makes everyone else happy, at a cost to yourself? What's more important? To please yourself, or everyone else but youself?

It was a long hardcore gambling day yesterday. Everything became a gamble. And even when there was no more gambling, we still found things to bet on. It was quite bad. It started off with card games, which then moved on to mah jong, which moved on to 'see who opens the biggest card', which moved on to 'see who opens the smallest card', and to end the night, we bet on '1-2-jus'. That was when I knew I had enough of gambling... at least for yesterday. Today is a whole new day!

Sleep...

21.1.04

I've finally managed to score myself some sleep this morning! A whole 7 hours of it. But somehow, I feel more tired now then I did when I didn't have enough. Very very strange.

I have a bump on my forehead. I walked into Mindy's gate yesterday (by accident). And now I have a bump. And it hurts. I need some TLC.

Seems like I've been pulled into the gambling trap! I've never been much of a gambler. The first RM10 was the hardest to pull out of my wallet. And it was even harder to lose it and then have to pull out a second red one. But once you start, there's just no turning back. There becomes a need to regain your losses, and once that's done, then it turns into a need to rake in some winnings. Now I see why people become addicts.

We had dinner at Shooks @ Starhill last night and it was great!! Nice and posh, with a live band for entertainment and an impressive list of meals on the menu. And when I say impressive, I mean a menu as thick as a text book. They should consider a contents/index page! Thanks feefs for organising it! It didn't turn out so bad after all eh! Pics will be up when i get back to Melbourne, but in the mean time...

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!

A new beginning..

19.1.04

SoW is 1337!

My blog has found a new home!! Thankssss SOW!!!!

I'm beat. I haven't had a decent sleep. No thanks to Ben! *pop pop styling* haha. Didn't get to bed till 6ish and the phone kept ringing on the hour... not for me mind you. Everyone seems to be looking for everyone but me!! I feel used!

Sleep... mmmmm...

17.1.04

It's good to be home. Although home doesn't really seem like home anymore. I feel like I'm more of a guest than anything else. Everything is new. There isn't a familiar sight, a familiar smell, even a familiar sound. It's ... different. I can't find those old PJs I was once so used to wearing. Can't find the pillow, with cute animal prints on its case that I've had for over 10 years of my life. Even the floor is different. No more loose parquet tiles getting stuck on the soles of my feet when I step on them. I'm home, but yet it seems like I'm not.

My bags are packed and I'm about to go...

16.1.04

4:11pm. 50 minutes and I'm outta here! Home to finish the last bits of my packing. AWESOME.


I am truly baffled. I think I might be in love. I've just gotten my hands on a Claims/Loss Projection model, off a colleague in London. I'm in love with the model!! (not my colleague you moron!) It is fantastic! Makes life a whole lot more interesting, yet easier. It's all flash, and colour coded with graphs that basically do nothing more than confuse the client, while making us look extremely intelligent and impressive. I'm wrapped. The bad news is, I'm going on leave for a couple of weeks. I am going to miss my new found joy! (I say this now, but, in a month, when I am trying to make sense of all the numbers the model is spitting out at me, it'll be a totally different story!)


And before I sign off for the week, Sow a.k.a Ravager of Worlds, YOU ROXORS!!!