Too Fings.

1. I'll sign on for another year instead of going back because it makes more sense (viz. same shit different floor, more flexibility in personal travel schedule, bigger room, potentially more autonomy).


2. I'll get my motorcycle license by the end of 3Q09 so that I can rent a scooter to explore Vietnam. (Tanzania plan reposted to end 2010 due to not wanting to climb two mountains in the same year.)

I'm reading Elizabeth Gilbert's "Eat, Pray, Love" and I want to be her friend. (And yes, that is me confessing to enjoying a NYT bestseller with a blurb from Britney Spears saying it's a good read.)

My oil painting instructor is impressed by me. He thinks I'd be capable enough to paint people because I can see and understand shapes even though I'm still a beginner. Me me me me me!

I should probably e-mail McHale (yes, that's really the dude's name) and find out when the hell my underwater camera casing's gonna get here.

I seriously need to start training for the climb in March.

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Psoriasis.

The next time I get asked why "women here prefer to date foreign men", all I have to do is gesture with one broad sweep of my arm towards my cowering colleagues and say "look - NO BALLS".

With regard to the average local men - "Sensitive" really means "unable to tolerate any sort of physical activity that may involve revealing a fitness level that is below average for fear of ridicule (thus perpetuating said reason for ridicule); unable to handle anything harder than a triple sec cocktail (and I mean just one triple sec cocktail); unable to tolerate the stress of having to tell the boss that he had made a minor error and instead getting you (i.e. me) to do it instead; and, probably, unable to get it up without the help of an iPhone (or whatever the latest gadget that fills the gap otherwise occupied by "character" is these days). "New Age" is just an excuse, and "Guy" is an all-out lie. Honestly, I probably have the biggest balls in this office.



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Okaaay...so

getting hold of the latest issue of National Geographic Adventure while I'm already in a responsibility-averse state of mind probably wasn't the best thing to do... All I can think of now is whitewater-rafting in the Himalayas, searching for condors in Bolivia, rappelling down waterfalls in Colombia (while under fire from cocaine farmers no less), island-hopping in Belize, diving in the Galapagos, kayaking in the Antarctic etc etc etc... Total work-motivation-killer. Do you think I could marry a rich man who would be willing to pay for all my desired travels, for let's say an average of one orgasm a week? I don't even need him to be faithful as long as he uses protection. I mean, that sounds about fair don't it?



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Stuff from my mobile.

Ha ha!

Reading the comments section on any website usually terrifies me with the realisation that intelligence is the privilege of a minority.

But occasionally I come across a really funny one and suddenly everything's better again.

I Heart working from home!


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Would you

like to buy a slice of paradise? Got US$800,000 to spare for an island in the Philippines?

I can't wait!

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Schwimhausboot.

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(DISCLAIMER: I'm not actually skiving off. Frequently, after long face-to-face discussions or electronic battles with my boss, I feel the need to refresh the mind and rejuvenate the spirit. Or else I would surely sink to suicidal depression. So when you see me blogging during office hours, don't think of me of yet another useless civil servant burning away the taxpayer's dollar. Think of me as struggling hard to stay sane so I can keep my head above the water, to win your wars, to leave you free to worry about all the little things that may or may not give meaning to your lives.)

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You've probably figured out by now that I was a HUGE fan of the "Highlander: The Series", starring the luscious Adrian Paul as dark, broody and immortal Duncan MacCleod.

Mr MacCleod also lived in a houseboat on the Seine for those parts of his interminable life in which he had the misfortune of having to live in Paris. (That it was the Seine is entirely new to me. The whole time I followed that series I could've sworn he was in Belgium. But wikipedia is never wrong, right?)

Anyboot, check these out:

It's stuff like these that get me out of bed each morning. Maybe one day I'll get to live in one of those! They haven't got the rustic charm of a converted barge, but I could deal with clean modern lines and sunlight.

The Dutch have been really into this idea for a while now due to their constant fight against drenched knickerbockers and moldy clogs (why anyone would choose to stick around and build a civilisation on land that's mostly beneath sea level is beyond me, but then maybe they didn't mind so much since they're so tall). They speak good English, seem pretty tolerant of immigrants, and are also into the whole maritime and shipping thing. They also have cheese, tulips and Amsterdam. I could totally live in the Netherlands.

Bazza: I note that there're floating homes in Australia, so the plan to shift to Oz is still on the table. It might just take longer for me to get there though :-)

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HAH HAH HAH!!!

I LAUGH in the faces of my colleagues who didn't want Obama to win!!! (Yes, that is exactly how ODIOUS they are.)


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I know we don't get earthquakes here, but it's still worth checking out the cool graphics.


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More Bob.

Captain Bobble the Long

I guess this officially makes me a cat lady. No commentary, just some photos of my cat Bob.