On the way to lift myself off the floorThere are some things in the world that leaves your speechless, short of breath and eyes awide in awe. I call it an “Oh my god” or ‘OMG’ moment. These are things that are of unassailable design, quality and craftsmanship that once touched and held require superhuman will power to return it or are life changing experiences by chance or design.
And as everybody knows, will power is something that I certainly lack, hence, the rather frequentness of that OMG moment. I felt it the first time I tried on my Tank Francaise. The first time I smelt the leather of LV. The first time I tasted Moet and Chandon. These are feelings that stay with you forever.
Recently, I felt that feeling as I tried on the new Dior Homme chronograph. Again when I was offered a position at a new company. And when I opened the clam shell design of the Motorola V3.
I’ll reiterate the need to possess superhuman will power to return those things. On that fateful day, I left the store clutching a new mobile phone: it is black, slim and stunning, a la Naomi Campbell in her prime. And draped around the neck is a Dior mobile phone strap. Another OMG moment.
But the most recent OMG moment occurred the other night when someone asked me a life changing question:
“Did you want an American Express Platinum Card?”I was speechless, short of breath, staring in awe and almost about to faint with delirium.
On the way to pick up some documentsIt is coming. It is almost here. It is omnipotent.
Alas, the silly season is nearly upon us and is usually heralded by the steady increase in the mean temperature; corporate invitations to join the christmas party committee; annual reviews and performance meetings; and the stringing of christmas decorations in department stores.
I deride the silly season - earmarked by silly mistakes, ill decisions and disasterously made choices.
It is the time of the year where full body waxes, bronzing lotion and frantic gym workouts make perfect logic. Where copulous amounts of alcohol at corporate events and a laisse faire work attitudes are totally acceptable. Where forgetting to buy a christmas present or selecting the wrong gift is totally unacceptable. Where being white, pasty and flabby is just wrong.
I deride the silly season. Everyone makes those mistakes, decisions and choices. Even life changing choices are made: marriage proposals, applications for the baby bonuses, new car options and holiday destinations.
For some, they escape the heat and silliness by flocking to the cooler northern hemisphere, like what I did, but for others, they flock to the coast where there is an inextinguishable flame only soothed by the lappings of the sea.
As part of that silliness, some people even decide to permantly live out their holidays; they decide to live abroad, a decision I couldn't afford, or seek a sea change in their life.
And a sea change is exactly what I have chosen. As part of that, I have resigned from my current position to examine choices as wide as the ocean.
They say the world is your oyster and I like mine swimming in champagne. Life is short, don't settle for sparkling chardonnay when you are offerred vintage champagne.
So my sea change will involve me starting work at a new place on the otherside of the harbour and will be setting up residence at JP Morgan.
On the way to Myer to replace my broker razor
Have you ever had that experience where upon looking at someone you fell instantly in love - an unbreakable attraction and desire that permeates every cell in your body forcing it to break out of it's anchor and ignore all reason and mind. It is a numbing experience and is usually lampooned in cartoons with the ferociously beating heart in the chest.
That happened to me the other day. I was walking casually by, enjoying a quiet afternoon off work strolling through the shopping centre minding my own business when all of a sudden, that feeling struck me with the full combined forces of lust and desire. I stood transfixed, gazing intently in her eyes, mouth slightly ajar and her presence drawing me closer while wondering how that I could make her mine. I was in love or rather, I am in love and my heart is now beating every so slightly faster.
Love is a wonderful feeling. It is indescribable and only those who have been in love can enjoy the empathy. Unfortunately for me, I was only in love once before, in my youth. I discovered it in a time of ignorant loneliness and vain depression. We met on the Internet, the cupid of the 21st century. We meet while I was browsing around, driven together through the fear of cupid's stinging arrow. It was an instant attraction and like all relationships formed on lust, the throbbing desires surely but slowly begin to dissipate over time.
We're still friends now and I still keep contact with her everyday. She knows that I still love her and will always love her but I'm not in love with her. Which brings me to my new conquest.
She goes by the name of Chiffre Rouge. She is absolutely stunning and was even featured in
Time magazine.
Love is bliss and consummation is euphoria.
