fill me in...

yes indeed... so much to catch up on but really i feel that it's not really appropriate to talk about things which happened weeks ago.

the highlight of my past 3 weeks was last weekend when i took a weekend trip down to sydney to meet up with my home girl mel c for 36 hours of (what felt like) non stop eating.

i arrived at 7:40am... headed back to mel's lovely home and soon after set out on a whirlwind cab ride to a place called "mart 130". we couldn't really fine the place so mel c decided to ask a girl for directions... at which the girl replied..."ohhhhh you mean 'tram 130'?"... *how embarrassment!

so many highlights from the trip... but what it did make me realise is that true friends are precious... one in a million... and i know that whatever distance may fall between mel c and i, it will never change the bond that we share. i would continue to ramble about my trip but mel c summed it all up really well here, so i'm not going to reinvent the wheel...

i had the best time in melbourne. i love the place, but i think it's more the fact that i really missed mel c in my life... all i can say is... APRIL BABY!!!!!!

live to work... work to live?

i often question whether i'm living to work, or working to live. since i started working, i've always placed such a high emphasis on work and making a career for myself. but recently, i was asked whether i am living to work, or working to live.

the question stunned me as i honestly had no idea which of the two i was doing. i would love to say that i work to live. on first inspection, it may seem to be the case - the money that i earn is used completely to fund my lifestyle. i pay bills, i pay rent, i shop, i eat, i drink and i have a dog. so it would seem highly plausible that i'm working to live. but on a deeper inspection, it may also appear that i live to work. i've been lucky that in recent times, my chargeable hours have been kept to the standard 8 hour day. however, if a project came along that would require me to work 18 hours a day, i would happily do so too. it's not that i love to work, but i do believe that my work is important.

so do i live to work? i really have no idea, and i'm really too scared to explore the truth because i really don't think i can handle the truth.

fit not fat

i've never been one to partake in recreational activities of any sort. by recreational, i mean anything that requires me to exert physical effort. so you can imagine how unfit and unhealthy i may be. in fact, i'm so lazy that i would drive 20 metres down the road to buy milk... and when i look for places to park, i find the place closest to the lift to ensure that my walking distance is minimised to the best of my ability.

exercise has never been a priority for me. i admit, i have been blessed with good genetics, that i don't have to work out to keep my body relatively in shape. i did join fitness first about 3 years ago in attempt to 'get fit'. the result you may ask? i went 3 times a week, didn't see much change in my body, then became rather demotivated to exercise cos i thought 'what the heck! i am dedicating 20 minutes of my life on this damn bike and no change at all!', i ended up going to the gym only to talk to my girlfriends grace and emily (who used to go at the same time as me) and in the end, was asked to leave the gym as i was a source of distraction... the instructors exact words to me were...'i think you should stop exercising your mouth and start exercising the rest of your body...' my response? i just left, got a medical certificate from my doctor saying that i could no longer work out at the gym... and since then have not stepped near anything that looks anything remotely similar to exercise.

but alas, age has caught up and i now realise that i should exercise not for the sake of purely physical reasons, but just to be healthy. i do many things to my body already that are bad... i feel that now the only redeeming thing i can do for my insides, is to start working out. i've done pretty well so far. i've been going for either a jog or a swim 3 times a week before work. i'm still yet to see any major results but i must admit, i do feel less guilty everytime i shovel a handful of chips down my throat and everytime i pick up a glass of wine (or 10)...

so here is to a fitter me! *cheers*