On the way to buy the Weekend SMH and the AFR for a bargain price of $3
It has gotten to that time of the year again. People call it the silly season, kids call it Christmas, for me, I call it summer – the time to pack your bags and head for the cooler season in the northern hemisphere. This is the time for people to catch up, reminisce old memories and ponder the future; all of which we were able to do courtesy of a few well organized barbeques (not mine for a change).
It was here where I caught up with old friends. People I haven’t seen in a while and people I hope to see more often now that their tertiary education has finally come to an end. I know what they are going through. The excitement of the closing of a long education and the empty fears of the future. There is nothing more perfect that people sitting around, eating excellent food and enjoying each others company and discussing our dreams and goals.
It is also around this time that people start to go on vacation to avoid the horrible heat that is gripping Sydney. And listening to all these plans bought a touch of envy in me. I wish I was going on holidays. I wish I was escaping the Sydney summer. I wish I was jet setting around the world.
So while I was pursuing the mountain of the aforementioned newspapers I came across a headline that really got me thinking. “First Home Special: How to get started.” It’s getting to that point in my life again where I reassess my goals and a home is definitely on the list. While I have successfully completed my first goals / wish list, I have yet to formalize a new one. Looking back, I have been pretty lucky / aggressive / irrational in pursuing my wish list, but around this time last year, I made a goal. Call it a promise, but back then, it was more of a dream. Something to aspire to. Something to get me through another birthday. Something to ensure that I lived for another day.
In verbatim, I stated:
“On the way back from the waterfront, we were ushered by the police to follow a stupid procession out of the area which happened to bypass the Peninsula and its arcade. For those who don't know and for those who do, the Peninsula is one of the best hotels in the world and the best in Hong Kong. Anyway, the ground floor of the Peninsula is graced by the likes of Louis Vuitton, Prada, Versace, Tiffany and Co, Celine, Manolo Blanik, Boss, Gucci, Cartier, Ferragamo and more (many more) and as I strolled along these procession of boutiques, I started to smile - a first for the night. Why? Because I was content in knowing that one day, I will be able to shop at the Peninsula Arcade.
So I formed my new years resolution - to shop at the Peninsula. This will entail me returning to Hong Kong and significantly raising the credit limit on my Mastercard.”
So that one day will be in the new year; I will going back to Hong Kong. These are dreams that I have and dreams I thought were not possible, only designed to inspire. Who would of thought that dreams do come true. I will be shopping at the Penninsula. I will be shopping with not only by myself, but with friends, both human and international corporations called Visa, Mastercard and American Express.
Just considering that I have been able to achieve this and the others, one can only feel proud and humbled by their own hard work and
success luck.
But there are also dreams that I have that I thought will not come true. I feel reluctant stating them here because I do not want to jinx myself. These are dreams I have had since I started to remember dreams. More intimate and profound that the others. Life long dreams. Things that children aspire to when they grow up.
I am going to Paris.
on the way to buy a tv guide
Apologies for my tardiness at keeping this blog up to date, but to my defence, I've been busy with numerious activities, namely watching television. November is the month where sitcoms reach their finale and we been through a few. The sad Sex in the City, Friends, Kath and Kim, the Simple Life and so on.
But recently, I've been watching the OC, partly because people keep saying it is so good and party because network Ten is pushing it quite agressively. Well, I've watched a few episodes and have formed a conclusion why it is so popular. It offers a glimpse into the world the rich and not so famous. Who wouldn't be addicted to such a show. The palatial homes and neighbours, the trendy schools and fashion and the dramas of both young and old. It makes for quite an interesting viewing experience where people can live vicariously again: the young can pretend they are old and have everything they ever wanted while the old can pretend they are carefree and good looking again.
This got me thinking. Where is the appeal for me? I am neither young nor old. There is no show on television that "speaks" to me. There are only teenage and oldies shows while my demographic is ignored.
My proposal: there should be a television show that looks at the lives of the twentysomething generation. Their problems and their issues. Like how to spend money; where to holiday and what to eat, what to wear and who to sleep with to climb the corporate ladder. The real problems that are faced by people like me.
It should be a mix of Sex in the City but in Sydney; with the crass of Footballer's Wives; the humour of the Office; the self send up of Kath and Kim; the fantasy of The L Word; and the style of that Lexus commercial. But you know what! Who wants to watch what they are living. Where is the escapism?
on the way to ebay to frivolously spend money
It never occurred to me or to my family and friends, but a very significant event recently occurred. Call it an annual event, call it a celebration, or just call it a birthday - something that comes around once a year and when you miss it, it will be another twelve months before the next one. Needless to say, I am feeling quite sad by this revelation and even more sad that no one remember it. Not a single person had the heart to note it down in their diary; a day most special to me. I am more upset at my friends for forgetting this because my family always forget come this time of the year. I don't blame them. Terribe things happened even way before I was born so I don't want to trouble them by bringing back memories of just another day. But my friends..... I guess I am not making a big fuss about it because my life has been full of disappointment from other people. My premise for spending money and living is to bring joy and satisfaction to myself because, I know that no one out there is willing to treat me like the way I treat myself and this
slight oversight just reinforces that premise. For me to achieve the things I want I have learnt to do it by myself and as such, I have always been quite an independent person, trying to do things myself and live my life the way I want to; but there is this communal urge in us all that just want people and friends to come together to interact, celebrate and listen, even if only for one day of the year.
So I leave you now, feeling rather empty and hopeless for a better "next time" next year; because I know that no one again, will remember the birthday of my blog. Happy birthday.
On the way to pick up my mail
There comes a point in everyone's life where they no longer feel happy.
No longer content with their work.
No longer enjoying the company of family and friends.
No longer pleased to live.
It is a sorry and depressed way to view life. People call the quarter life crisis, I call it a state of desperation and behind my veneer, it really does hurt. The pain is immense and to not share it and discuss it with others makes it worse.
Alas, that was me. Until yesterday where the thing that will elevate me away from this omnipresent mood arrived.
It was everything I had expected. It will change my life in so many immeasurable ways. Thinking about it now brings a small joy into my life.
It brings together the things I love about life, call it an epiphany.
So now I want to share this great announcement with you before you are mislead by the vicious and inaccurate rumours that will soon start to circulate.
My American Express card arrived.
Now I have all three; three keys to access the world of consumerism and embrace the faith that is materiality.
On the way back from the TAB to learn how to place a bet for the Melb. Cup
I think I am falling in love. I have only been in love twice, once with myself and the other, with my beloved, which was love at first sight, Tank Francaise. But now, I think I'm starting for fall for someone new; someone special; someone like myself. My blog.
I'm falling in love with my blog. The wit, the humour, the banter and the self loving. It is quicky becoming the reason why I live.
Loves it. Loves my blog.
