Wednesday, February 23, 2005

Breakfast

I'm having breakfast my desk because I got to work early, and I think I just swallowed a seed. (Nutri Grain & Fruit Salad... healthy??? I don't know!)

It's too bad I'm on this computer because it won't let me edit colour on my blogs so these are starting to look a bit lifeless. But I guess the life should be in the words, as opposed to the design.

What does today bring? I haven't got a clue. I look forward to whatever they throw at me in the office today - like I told Eddoes - I thrive on work. =) But I felt really dead on the train today.

I've made myself a little challenge every morning though. After a good two and half weeks working in the city I've noticed that not many people smile anymore - so I'm trying to tally how many people I can get to smile between Town Hall Station and the end of Pitt St. Today it was 1. 2 if you include the guy at the Convenience Store who gave me a 15cent discount on my breakfast... One day I'll see if he'll give me something for free.

Hahaha... ok better get cracking. I think the receptionist's taking a day off (poor thing - I probably made her sick!)but I hope she gets better.

Ah... toodles to all and if you read this in the morning, have a beautiful day!

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

Where are you right now? At work

What do you look like? Too much detail will result in too much teasing. =P

Are you tall, are you short? Well you're taller than me - that's for sure!

Do you shave? When necessary.

What colour is your hair? Black. But I'm sure it's been dyed before... =)

What type of shows did you watch and what books do you read? Hahaha... books? What's a book? But yes... you watch TV. I know that much.

Do you go to uni, do you have a job? No. Yes.

How many people are in your family? I haven't got a clue!

Will I get along with them the first time I meet them? Well I think I do get along with some of them. The ones I know anyway... but I can never tell.

Will I get along with you the first time I meet you? Ooh.. that's a tough one. Did we?

Where are you and what are you doing? Not thinking about the same thing I'm thinking, because if you were, I wouldn't be this frustrated! Hehehee...

Are you awake…? Let's hope so! Or else you'd would be pretty screwed. Then again you're tired.

Will you laugh at me for wondering these things and asking these questions? Definitely.

Are you sweet, sensitive.. or are you rough and closed off from the world? Neither. Well... you've had moments when you're sweet. They're a rare find. Sensitive? Hardly. Rough? No - you're a wimp! (No, I'm just kidding, you're not - I promise!) Closed off from the world? A lot of time. But you are alert - I'll give you that much credit.

Are you passive or are you the initiator? Oooh... I won't answer that. It's a scale-tipping question.

Do you procrastinate or get things done? You love to procrastinate but you're also efficient.

Are we alike or complete opposites? Complete opposite!

And I think that's why I'm so stuffed. Because we are such a contradiction!!

difficult to love

Just a few thoughts...

...You have heard that it was said, "You shall love your neighbour and hate your enemy." But I say to you, love your enemies, and pray for those who persecute you,that you may be children of your heavenly Father....

....For if you love those who love you, what recompense will you have? Do not the tax collectors do the same? And if you greet your brothers only, what is unusual about that? Do not the pagans do the same?


The thing that I loved about Jesus is he knew what to look for in a person. How to know if they were genuine or not. Sometimes I wish I had the same expertise...

I mean, love in its essence is selfless right? Then why do people claim to "love" each other when what they do for the other person is for a selfish motive? I don't quite understand the workings of the male mind but one thing is for sure --> I never want to be a guy.

on a desk

I was on the phone with a mate for quite a while last night, and I've got to admit that the time spent babbling was VERY therapeutic.

Right now I'm at work. There have been so many times when I've wanted to write something up but it's hard to stay focused when there are phones ringing, references to check, consultants to support, photocopiers jamming etc.



Ah... the issues I wish I could air but are far too sensitive to be written. *sigh*

Thursday, February 10, 2005

weight loss?

I have issues with girls who try too hard to impress people by losing weight or dieting.

So here's something that might interest all you wanna-be-stick-thin-models in the world.

** Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.


Cheers!

Sunday, February 06, 2005

wanting - yearning - hoping** (and all other such things)

"For after years of living in a cage, a lion no longer even believes it is a lion...
and a man no longer believes he is a man..."

A girl wants to be chosen.

By "chosen" one doesn't mean the boy runs into the fruit store and grabs the last apple left in the box. Sure, he's been wanting one all day, and sure, it may satisfy his craving, despite it's bruises, mouldy stem and strange shape. The apple, if it is the only apple in the box, will be chosen by anyone who wants it desperately.
But desperation was never a good condition to make one's choices.

Missy Higgins captured sentiment perfectly when she sang "scar" -
"Coz I'm a little bit tired of feeling that I'll be the bad fruit nobody buys..."

No... A girl wants to be chosen - not because she's the only one left to choose. Not even because she's the one there to choose... She wants to know that he chose her above all the rest.

She wants to know that he ran into Duffy Bros, knowing he wanted the perfect, luscious, sweet and tantilising fruit to tend to his desires... and despite the tens and hundreds of fruit that surround him, despite their better shape, colour, or taste, despite the fact that this one is a bit bruised, a bit oddly-shaped... or even if a piece is missing... he'd see it, pick it up, maybe have a whiff of its pleasant aroma... look back at all the other, perhaps even better fruit that he might have picked... and still know this was the one for him.

She wants to know that despite all the other books on the shelf, despite their bright designs, their thick chapters, their inviting pictures... he is captivated by her story. Despite her torn pages, stained sheets and dull, funny-coloured front cover, he picked up hers. She wants to know that even though some pages were empty, or ripped from shame... it was this thin, ordinary-looking book that he chose to pick up, brush the dust off and spend hours of his day staring into.

A girl wants to be chosen.

Thursday, February 03, 2005

the burp and fart combo

Late night thinking?

If u fart consistently for 6 years & 9 months, enough gas is produced 2 create the energy of an atomic bomb.

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

driving through puddles

So there was a massive hail storm today...

Ian: (driving) Hey Joy, watch this, this is fun!
Joy: (sees massive puddle on the left-hand side of the road)
Ian: (drives through puddle, creating a micro-tsunami on the pavement)
Joy: But if my window was open, if wouldn't have been fun.
Ian: Yeah, but it would've been funnier!

Guess it all depends on positioning and perspective?
hail storm in choatic brain
I know that I just improvise
But you think I choose
To guard myself from all the lies
And heartache's deja vus
I'm trying not to lose my way
But you don't seem to see
The crossroads that I'm on today
I've reached - frustratedly
I may walk tall with confidence,
But if you use your eyes
You'll see that I don't much much sense
My posture's my disguise
Please don't put your faith in me,
My doubts you do not hear
Coz if you observe carefully,
I'm tiptoeing in fear...

My only hope is in His plan
- I have nothing to give
So if you put things in my hands
Your dreams will be short-lived
****
I got home this evening and my Mum was wondering if I'd gotten caught up in the storm, but I was completely oblivious because I was indoors blowing those toxic plastic balloons that you get from the Philippines and watching "Desperate House WiVes" and reruns of "F.R.I.E.N.D.S" with two good mates.

I realised I've been blogging a fair bit in the past week - not because I have anything worthwhile to say, but really because I want to vent, and this is one of my many outlets.