today i am boy!

have you wondered what it feels like to be on the other side?

of everything? of things you have control of, of things you have no control of?

like, say, being a guy, being single, being married, being a half of a twin, being part of a triplet, being smart, being dumb, being in another occupation, being in no occupation, being old, being young, being pretty, being ugly.... was just wondering recently if things might be the same if things weren't the same. erm. ok, sounds pretty contradicting but you should know what i mean.

yeah some of the things listed, i'd one day probably experience them. Now i know why people say life is one big contradiction. People always say as humans we have a choice in whatever we do. but I have no choice to whether I want to grow old or not, whether i am smart or not... the only choice i have regarding these choice-less issues would be whether i want to accept it or not. so probably that's what they meant when they say we all have a choice.

hmm.

and so zenn and i did a penang turn finally, fate brought us together for such a short flight, and because i saved her life, she's indebted to me forever. and today i am boy, though i cheated by choosing an easier position that what she exchanged for. and so she's heading to hamsterdamn damn. should i ask her to bring back tons of peanut butter or should i ask her to bring back other things? hmmm.

hahaha.

this also means i can bully her into playing mahjong whenever i feel like it. "but..but... i saved your life!" oOOoOOo.. so exciting to have a trump card. OooOOoOOOOoooo.

and finally paris again this weekend. no complaints, at least i get to meet up with friends again. i guess the only part i love about this job is that i get the chance to meet up with friends who are abroad. I've friends in paris, zurich, hong kong, US, taipei, london, holland, frankfurt, china, australia, italy, and even doha... and i've always been able to meet them whenever i can. managed to meet up with gigi in sydney, and spent time with her and her hostelmates, of whom MR BRYANT has become a friend because i borrowed his charger and sat on his warm bedroom floor. "it's the heater, my dear" and seeing that gigi is happier now makes me happy that she made the decision to leave everything back here at home. I guess she took my words too literally when i told her she should move on.

but well.

yeah. maybe i love this job after all.