A Night on the Prowl

I'm meeting up with a few friends tonight. It's been a while since I've seen Megumi, or Meg as I like to call her. It's been a few months maybe. When I was new in town, Meg was my constant companion. We both have the same likes - quaint cafes, adventures, out-of-town trips and we're both camera whores. But our schedules have been quite busy. I went to Bangkok and she's went to Melbourne and Canberra. She's going back to Japan this June so we HAD to meet up again. She messaged me last Wednesday wanting to meet up which was just the right timing. Edward, Carmela's friend had invited me to his house warming party today at Maroubra. I wanted to go coz Ed and I had been planning for what seems like forever to meet up. We had originally planned to meet up when Carmela was still in Brisbane. But as usual, things got in the way and we didn't end up seeing each other. So I thought it would be great timing! I could meet up with Ed and Meg at the same time. I asked Ed if it was ok if I brought a friend along coz I might end up as a wall flower at the party if I went there alone. Lucky enough, Ed said it was fine so I got it all planned out now.

Then I remembered Pamela. Pam just lives around the area and I thought after the house warming party, we could go for after-party drinks somewhere in Kings Cross and Pam and I could meet up too. I messaged Pam and turns out she's up for it too. Woohoo! I've got a full night tonight. Come to think of it, it might be too full. hmmm... Oh well, que sera sera. When it rains it definitely pours.

Girls Gone Wild

We had our normal Thursday run yesterday. But for some reason, the preliminary just kept on falling over? Why? Beats me. The prelim run takes about 30 minutes and we had to re-do it 3 times! Which means we were delayed for at least an hour and a half. Being the ingenious that we are, we had to find ways to entertain ourselves. Everyone started mucking around with the camera (more on that to come). Dali came up with the idea of having an ice cream party. We had some left over ice in the fridge from Monday's celebration of KJ's and Lynn's birtday. Dali and I were the first to race to the kitchen, grab our tubs of chocolate and cookies and cream delights. Everyone had their share of ice cream but Dali, Kelly and I ended up having to go for seconds. As Sarah says, this is why we go to the gym. Oh, I'm so living a fatty (but oh-so-fun) life. Which led me and Kel to decide this morning, we're gonna have a biggest loser competion. I'm having the zero calorie diet (excluding my daily dose of caffeine, of course), and she'll be having the "healthy" diet. Judgement day will be on 15th of July. The prize? A fatty dinner and a round of sugary cocktails. haha!

Wedding Woes

So I'm engaged... Does this mean I really have to get married? Do I owe it to the world to stand by my "announcement" that I'm engaged and push through with this wedding-thing even if it's not exactly the right fit? Another day has passed and another argument with MJ again. What was it about this time? It started last night, I asked him about when he's coming over. Which I very well know the answer. I just asked this to open a topic and just to get his thought that would appease my missing him. And I get the answer "As soon as possible, hugsy." Then proceeds to ramble about some stupid joke that I really couldn't care less. Now he's surprised that I'm pissed off.

It didn't help either that I had this dream. In the dream, I was all dolled up in my wedding dress. But I'm frantically scurrying around the room checking if everything's ok. MJ was sitting in front of the tele sipping on a cold can of beer. I'm urging him to do something and help. He looks at me, sits back and says "Just relax, honey." Then the guests start arriving. The minister isn't there yet, the food isn't ready and I don't have my bouquet of flowers! I start giving MJ a lecture about this then he gets sick of my bagulbul, heads for the door, meets up with his friends, and doesn't answer my phone calls. I end up with a bunch of hungry guests awaiting a wedding to happen with the groom missing.

So I wasn't exactly in my best mood when he called up today. I tried telling him about my worries and fears about this wedding, and he took it the wrong way. He started rambling about not wanting to talk to me until I cooled my head. Conversation ended up with me in tears. It's half past eight now. I've gotta be in bed by 9. Still no call from him. I should've known better. He keeps on putting this conversation off until a better time. But when is the better time? He always has excuses -- "Not now, I'm on my way to work", "Not now, I'm too tired.", "Not now, I don't have enough sleep.", "Not now, coz you're too hot-headed."

So when is the right time for us to talk about this? Or should I be making this decision alone? Will it be right and fair if I decided by myself to put this wedding off because he doesn't wanna talk about it?

I Deserve A Breather

Whew... It's only Tuesday and I feel so burnt out. I have been working late the past days. Plus, the weather hasn't been too cooperative. It's been bucketing for a few days now. It just makes me wanna sleep in. I was lucky yesterday, this nice guy offered me a lift to the station. I was working back, and when I decided to leave the office (not because my work was done but only because my brain refused to function already), I found that everyone else had left. When I got in the lift, this guy, Peter said it was pouring hard. I didn't realize it until the lift stopped at the ground floor, and when the door opened, yep, it definitely was raining hard. I'd be silly if I attempted to walk to the station. So I decided to step back in the lift and wait in the office until the rain stopped. I was lucky he offered a lift to the station. I didn't hesitate. He's one of the big shots at AMP who shares the building with us and I've bumped into him a few times too in the building so I figured he was safe enough.hehe

So I made a resolution, this kind of weather -- you really can't trust. This morning, I marched out of the house, armed with my umbrella and boots. I was wearing my black turtleneck shirt underneath my gray shift dress. I looked proper -- too proper in fact. So I decided to put on my fishnet tights, just to add some flair to the outfit.

It has been overcast the whole day. Went to the gym alone coz Kelly wasn't feeling too well. Had to fit my whole program in an hour-long lunch break. Felt a bit guilty coz when I looked at my gym card, it only had 3 sets of marks in it. Three marks in three weeks! Meaning I've only gone to the gym once a week... grrr... That will have to change.

I'm home now. Feeling so weary and dreary. MJ and I got to talk for 20-something minutes. I hate it when the conversation just gets cut-off. This long distance thing is definitely taking its toll. Well, at least it's a public holiday tomorrow - ANZAC Day. Who knows why we celebrate it, but I'm just glad to have a mid-week breather. I'll probably spend the whole day in bed... Ooh, the thought of it is oh so inviting now. Bed... sleep... zzzz.....

How to Deal

When is failure not a failure? When it leads to a success that could have come about in no other way. When is a success not a success? When its ultimate upshot involves a failure that might otherwise have been avoided. We are crazily cavalier about our use of such prematurely. At the moment, you can't possibly know whether it's good to be losing or bad to be winning. Time may well cause you to re-evaluate everything that you think you understand. Meanwhile, you're about to acquire a temporary reason to celebrate. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

First of Many Firsts

Oh all right... I'm gonna try my hand at this blogging thing for one more time. If I remember correctly, this would be my third attempt in starting a blog. Only time will tell for how long this will last. I don't know why I'm never successful with this blogging business. I get too frantic sometimes with all the hustle and bustle of everyday life, or it could very well be my laziness. But more often than not, I find myself with heaps of thoughts and ideas and anxieties and all sorts of thingamajigs than race across my mind. So I figured, might as well blog them down (in my 3rd attempt) to sort everything out.

Just today, I had so many ideas popping to mind and so many things that I thought I want to do.

MJ had this "great" idea of us getting matching tongue-piercings. What gave him this ingenious idea? Beats me. But he's been bringing this topic up several times already. Some days, I feel like it might be a great idea. I mean, there's no true harm at stake. I've always favored piercings rather than tattoos. When you feel like you don't like it anymore (in true female fashion - being fickle minded) you can just take the piercing off and move on. Unlike an ink stain when you have undergo horendous sessions of laser to remove that darn tatoo. Do I sound convinced? Not really. I'm a bit worried that having my tongue pierced might bring about excruciating pain. I wouldn't be able to talk or eat (that might be a good thing,hehe). What if it get's infected? Ewww.... I'll save you the graphic scenes I have of an infected tongue pierce. So that topic is still undecided.

Moving on... As I was on the train to the city, I was listening to Rihanna's Unfaithful on my iPod. I just noticed how great the piano sounds. I felt like jumping that minute and find a music school so I could learn piano all again. I can hear my mom's sigh now. All those years she put me to piano classes and all the convincing she had to do just to make me show up for those classes. Somehow, I convinced myself and my mom that I just have way to short fingers to play the piano gracefully. But why this nagging feeling for piano lessons now? When it's waaayyyy out of budget to find a reputable piano school in Sydney.

But sometimes, it's just best to let it all be, and letting things unfold at its own pace. As I have always said, "Things happen for a reason". It's the perfect excuse too. So I found myself, sitting at a quaint al fresco cafe by Sydney Harbour. Feeling content. Imbibing all the goodness around and thinking to myself -- I really couldn't complain about where I am now. I might still have dreams to follow, aspirations to fulfill, unrealistic wants (such as the latest LV patch bag), but sometimes, so much can be too much. All it takes for one to be happy is to BE happy with whatever one has. This is the big secret.