on the way to buy some lollies to get me through a working day
The other night, I was watching television when a famous blonde appeared and said something that deeply touched me. Its not very often I'm moved by words, but this almost brought me to tears. I could feel my heart beating just that bit faster, my breathing turning into shorter gasps of air, sweat brewing on my brow, my hands trembling, a short and cold quiver running down my the curves of my back. What she said, I believe represented everything I lived for, all my emotions, ethics, morality and humanity. It accentured and reinforced my desire to live and enjoy life. Never before had I been effected like that, not even the most tragic of tragic stories, sadest of sad stories had an ounce of an impact like that what she said. Even now, the words pulsate through my brain, every syllable, punctuation still as vivid when I first heard the words. What did she say?
"Money makes me really happy" - Paris Hilton, Las Vegas, Channel 7 21:09 17/05/2004
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on the way to make myself a tea at work
Aiya - what a weekend. First, there was chinese school which, like every week, is a collousal failure with either the teacher or the student ending up in tears. This week, it was the teacher because this guy with a lisp couldn't pronounce some words. It was amusing at first, but after a while, the comical aspects turned into sheer frustration for the teacher.
Then there was MAC's 21st birthday drinks, at a rather stylish bar. It was a great night of drinking, talking and swaying; all except for the fact that I forgot my shoes! Since I had class in the morning, I packed my bags with everything I was going to wear for the cocktail party; suit, shirt, tie, socks, scarf, watch, moisturiser, hole puncher, blue/red/black pens, but no shoes! It was a horror, but in the end, I borrowed VHH's Prada loafers for the evening.... and kudos to him for saving the night.
Speaking of money, I bought myself a coat on the weekend at Paddington! Actually, I bought it on Saturday for the cocktail party and now I'm searching my car to find the receipt so I can promptly return it and get my $595 backs! But, that's not me. The coat is very nice and very expensive, and once again, before the purchase of the coat, I rationalised the expenditure by displaying a symption of affluzena. The exact rationalising I had with myself went as follows: -
'$600 is kinda expensive for a coat'
'But its so soft and the cut is very well structured'
'Still, $600, thats one month of welfare'
'Its black and you can wear it to work and casually'
'But for that price, I can get more than one item that I can wear to work and play'
'But its virgin wool and cashmere'
'True'
'And compared to the $1200 Hugo Boss
wool coat, this is half price'
'But still, its $600'
'Louis Vuitton has something like this'
'hmmmmmmm.....'
'I think David Beckham has a coat in this style'
"Do you take credit?"
I guess its now more take out for me....
tyarrhea resuming his work
on the way to buy a newspaper at eight thirty on a saturday night
*Sigh* What a lame excuse for a title of a blog. Well, it is true. I forgot to buy the newspaper this morning and one thing that I never miss, in any week, is to buy the SMH Saturday edition because it is the biggest lump of paper you can buy for $2.50 - anyway. So, being the Asian I am, I never miss buying it and since I am Asian, that newspaper will last for a full week....until the next edition on saturday. But isn't it rather pathetic that on a saturday night I'm at home, on the internet, with the newspaper next to me, writing this blog while simultaneously reading www.smh.com.au? Isn't there anything else more exciting to do on a saturday night? I mean, I'm young, cashed up and am always looking for a good time. Its quite sad if you ask me.
I'm guess I'm feeling rather low tonight because MN and WS are enjoying themselves at billy kwongs because it was a special occasion for them. So I started to think - what would I do on my special occasion, any speical occasion, specifically, on a typical saturday night? And this question stumped me and kept me occupied on the ride home from chinese school.
How to celebrate a special day? It all boils down to the person but I guess I could go to a good restaurant and enjoy a well prepared meal; reward myself with something extremely expensive; go to a bar and order that chocolate hennesey cocktail; go away to the county for a weekend (possibly going further west than I've ever been, which is only 1.5 hours away from my house); enjoy a box of kirspy kremes assorted dozen; sit at a cafe drinking brazillian coffee and laughing at all the ugly people walking by; tripping kiddies over with a stick; scratching nice cars as I walk by them; but I guess that I'll just be sitting at home reading the newspaper.
Besides that temporary moment of despondence, this week as been rather well. Work has been cruisy, so much so that my department is getting restructured (probably because of some resignations) so I'll be getting new roles soon - but its still not what I want to do though, oh well. But friday was a good day. Spent a good hour or so eating at a thai restuarant down at the capital theate with some good friends I haven't seen for a while then for drinks at verandah bar, where, unfortuantly, besides the crowd and atmosphere, we were seating at a verandah that gives me the full view of the castlereagh street cathedrals - Cartier, Ferragamo, Gucci, Fendi (in the reflection). Another big *sigh*
But the biggest *sigh* came when I was speaking to RZ where upon I learnt that her employer is an eldery lady and it was at this precise moment where I lost of sense of decency and integrity and started to scheme ways of unload this most heavy burden from an old, but rich lady - an apartment in the middle of Paris. Oh, how I love to sleep with Paris.
on the way to get a beer after finishing the previous blog
As I grab a magazine as coster for the stella, I faced the dilemma of spending 25 cents logging onto the internet and spending the rest of the time doing nothing - so naturally, I went to
www.travel.com.au and dreamt of weird and wild places I would like to go to: CDG - Paris; JFK - New York; MEL - Melbourne; UBD153 - Bankstown Square. And it occured to me; why don't I just do them all at once and just go around the world.
And my question for you: is spending $8,000 approx too much for a holiday?
What am I saying? For my last one, I spent $7,000, but I did spend 6 years saving up for it.
And my new question is: is it worth it to spend so much money within the space of two years on another trip overseas? Isn't one experience enough?
I think my first trip got me hooked onto the jet setting lifestyle. Should I splurge? I'm quite conflicted between the high interest rates offered by the online savings accounts and the prospect of floating down Champs Elyesees or 5th Avenue or Bond Street or Nathan Road.
*sigh* what would paris hilton do?
on the way to work on the train
Riding the train everyone morning gives me an opportunity to sit down, relax and reflect on the current affairs of my life. Unfortunately for me, the ride takes quite some time to reach its destination so for the better half of the journey, I'm left sitting on the train staring blankly out the window; wondering, pondering.....what is paris hilton doing right now. *sigh* it hurts so much to be so shallow.....
Anyway, the above was a comment I had to say because it is true, I do sit on the train and stare out the window. And yes, random questions do float in and out of my mind such as the above. Other memorable comments: that guy looks like WS, is it him, it can't be him, it looks like him, oh its not, he's reading the newspaper; i wonder if gucci is on sale; what does horse taste like; are people from the country really slow; i wonder if that shoddy white house with the pink lights out front is a brothel...and so on.
But on a more serious note, the other day, I was sitting on the train listening to the radio on my mobile when the most disturbing comment was read during the news: the Murdoch empire has another heir. No, Rupert didn't knock up Wendi again, but Sarah O'Hare is pregnant. What I don't understand is why good looking people always mate with good looking people? Do their children grow up in an unnatural world of beauty? If the baby was a boy, would he have the
Oedipus complex with a mother as hot as Sarah O'Hare? I guess she'll join the ranks of yummy mummies along with catherine zeta jones, liz hurley and BE's mother.
tyarrhea going to lie down now
btw for those who care, I've chosen my mothers day present. It'll be my first mothers day present, ever, because this year, I can
finally afford something I know my mother will enjoy and that I will enjoy buying. And don't give me all that dribble about how its the thought that counts - that doesn't apply to my family or me. So now I have to start thinking/saving for fathers day...any suggestions?
....I've forgotten how much that rolex costs...
