I have finally got a good nights sleep. I am right now in vancouver with folks and have been shopping with my cousin for the last couple of days. Its been awesome.
Pics are on the way. I just discovered that all my pictures from Zurich have been wiped out by my SD card f**king up. I am pretty po-ed .... but hey, I might as well go back and do it all over again. Poor me.
Breaking news as well. I figured I couldn't sleep because I have suddenly lost all meaning in life. I have had insomnia for 3 months now. I think it was a mini mid-life crisis. I have now decided that I want to climb Everest. I am also quite disgusted that there is some sort of singaporean girl team that wants to do the same in 2009, but hopefully they won't get funding.
HAH. I am definitely biased but at least I can afford my trip. Cop outs. Sponsorship is the easy way out. Think about it. If Gilette sponsored a trip which failed, it would be bad PR. Securing a brand sponsorship is just as good as getting a michelin restaurant to make a sloppy joe.
Fine. I am jealous . I am effing peeved. I thought of the idea and was musing about it when manda told me there was a team in attempt. It broke my heart and then got my scheming how I could somehow undermine their expedition. For right now though, I hope they fall over their blahniks and DIE. The only comfort I have is that they'll be climbing with each other, and personally, I'd hate to climb with other women. Imagine a b**ch fest, but really cold.
Either way, I want to head to Everest. I don't sound the most noble right now, but I need something to look forward to. I have emailed an expedition house for a trip to Everest base camp this October.
For the GIRLS who are THINKING of climbing Everest next year..... Watch your backs.
BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
Developed world guilt trip.
Its in the middle of the night, on a friday night, and I can't stand it.
I have to confess. I am eating rice from delivery, and I am not going to finish it all.
I feel really bad, because I keep updated on news, and the developing world is currently in a food shortage crisis. Farmers can't even hoard enough of their stock in Indonesia to feed their family for a season, and face a lifetime imprisonment if they do. In India, people who already spend 80% of their income on food have to yank their kids out of school and turn to the black market to survive. In China, its the worst. They're eating Mcburgers because its cheaper.
I actually feel directly responsible for all of this mess. Buyers from the developed world force prices down, we produce staples to turn into fuel and not food,
and people like me toss it because I am afraid I will get fat. If the country I am in has a shortage, we simply pay a bit more because our currency allows us to, without much pain. My ancestral forefathers would scream.
AND anyway, plans are underway to visit Auntie Gracie when Amanda drops by.
xx
g
I have to confess. I am eating rice from delivery, and I am not going to finish it all.
I feel really bad, because I keep updated on news, and the developing world is currently in a food shortage crisis. Farmers can't even hoard enough of their stock in Indonesia to feed their family for a season, and face a lifetime imprisonment if they do. In India, people who already spend 80% of their income on food have to yank their kids out of school and turn to the black market to survive. In China, its the worst. They're eating Mcburgers because its cheaper.
I actually feel directly responsible for all of this mess. Buyers from the developed world force prices down, we produce staples to turn into fuel and not food,
and people like me toss it because I am afraid I will get fat. If the country I am in has a shortage, we simply pay a bit more because our currency allows us to, without much pain. My ancestral forefathers would scream.
AND anyway, plans are underway to visit Auntie Gracie when Amanda drops by.
xx
g
Sunday, April 6, 2008
The Geek and the Leek
I have spent some time doing nothing today, which was fantastic. I love the building I am in, because I gatecrashed some party last night through the resident's entrance and was watching the Scrabble Canada Championships over brunch this afternoon.
I am desperately trying to get to bed but I am hit with insomnia again. Its getting later and later now and I am personally worrying for my health and sanity. I have already been called a hypochondriac once over, but I know the drugs don't work. St Johns Wort I mean. I am also getting paranoid for no due reason and it could be because I now have 5 people on the books. Their funds better outperform my estimates.
Being an indie financial advisor has it perks and its personal ironies. I won't go into much, but lets just say I learnt it all with a hands on approach. Thats part of my pitch. I tell clients horror stories on what could happen if you don't have cash and cashbooks are whipped out before you can say REPOSSESSED.
The uncertain financial climate has it perks. Now, to find a way to get into the NYC market, because the more panicky people are, the more likely they'll consider any capital gains rate above inflation a steal.
xx
g
I am desperately trying to get to bed but I am hit with insomnia again. Its getting later and later now and I am personally worrying for my health and sanity. I have already been called a hypochondriac once over, but I know the drugs don't work. St Johns Wort I mean. I am also getting paranoid for no due reason and it could be because I now have 5 people on the books. Their funds better outperform my estimates.
Being an indie financial advisor has it perks and its personal ironies. I won't go into much, but lets just say I learnt it all with a hands on approach. Thats part of my pitch. I tell clients horror stories on what could happen if you don't have cash and cashbooks are whipped out before you can say REPOSSESSED.
The uncertain financial climate has it perks. Now, to find a way to get into the NYC market, because the more panicky people are, the more likely they'll consider any capital gains rate above inflation a steal.
xx
g
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Long days....
I do like Toronto. I love Toronto.
The sad thing is, somehow I just want to be back.
Back where ? No idea. Just back. Its nice being in control again, but I have lost some of my joie de vivre. I have lived the last year in a semi-marital state. Not bliss, but it was comforting to know that no matter how badly you fuck up, someone was around to talk to and snuggle with at night.
Well thats how its supposed to be anyway.
I miss having a hubby. I think I am one of those girls who can't survive without a man for very long. Its not because I am dependant... I just like the idea that someone out there wants to take care of me. Nothing wrong with that right ? I am an affectionate person, I NEED someone to shower my money and love on. I like spoiling and fussing someone in return for being a weird person for the rest of the time.
Maybe I should look in personals.
If I was 17 again and travelled forward in time, I'd hit me.
Alright, out with the blues. I am going to immerse myself in pointless single-person activities and maybe, just maybe, I'll run across a stranger and fall in love again. Its not because I want to get married and stuff, I want a partner in crime.
Ah, and today is the first day of a book I have yet to write. Or name. Or have a plot for. I will be banging out 2000 words of it daily though.
Taadaa ! It will be something like a singaporean girl who doesn't fit in, won't go home, has fun overseas and many adventures, observations of what foreigners do, annoyances in general about the singaporean nation, and she ends up somewhere.
Where, I don't know. But the plot is supposed to develop as you write.
xx
g
The sad thing is, somehow I just want to be back.
Back where ? No idea. Just back. Its nice being in control again, but I have lost some of my joie de vivre. I have lived the last year in a semi-marital state. Not bliss, but it was comforting to know that no matter how badly you fuck up, someone was around to talk to and snuggle with at night.
Well thats how its supposed to be anyway.
I miss having a hubby. I think I am one of those girls who can't survive without a man for very long. Its not because I am dependant... I just like the idea that someone out there wants to take care of me. Nothing wrong with that right ? I am an affectionate person, I NEED someone to shower my money and love on. I like spoiling and fussing someone in return for being a weird person for the rest of the time.
Maybe I should look in personals.
If I was 17 again and travelled forward in time, I'd hit me.
Alright, out with the blues. I am going to immerse myself in pointless single-person activities and maybe, just maybe, I'll run across a stranger and fall in love again. Its not because I want to get married and stuff, I want a partner in crime.
Ah, and today is the first day of a book I have yet to write. Or name. Or have a plot for. I will be banging out 2000 words of it daily though.
Taadaa ! It will be something like a singaporean girl who doesn't fit in, won't go home, has fun overseas and many adventures, observations of what foreigners do, annoyances in general about the singaporean nation, and she ends up somewhere.
Where, I don't know. But the plot is supposed to develop as you write.
xx
g
