Feeding off Obsession

He absolutely had me at hello.

Veni, Vidi…

(I’m still scheming to get the ‘Vici’ part fulfilled.)

Time to stop thinking, get my act up and my ass back into the dating game, methinks.

G.L.A.M. - Living Life in the Fast Lane

Toasting the end of our high-class summer camp! I conclude that there’s nothing like a good party to get everyone’s guard down and friendly vibe up.

The event: UBS Wealth Management Program 08 gala night
The Venue: Four Seasons Hotel
The Theme: Masquerade

The Melbournians

Go Marketing team! On my left: Grace, on my right: Jacki and Lena.

Go Singaporeans! (all 6 of us!)

Inside MOS: Tottering on 5-inch Louboutins was no fun, but partying via Private Room (and kicking gatecrashers out of our area) was

Cartier Singapore: Inde Mysterieuse

My mum saw the original launch of the collection last September in London, but now that it’s made its rounds to Singapore, we can hardly say no to another Cartier party

INTENSE PARTYING

Ok screw whatever negativity I expressed in the last post. 2008’s Wealth Management Program group ROCKS.

We racked up almost $2000 worth of drinks at MOS and UBS paid for it all

Ok I’m kinda drunk typing this so I’m going to sleep it off now and edit this during the weekend. It’s been a really busy week. G’night.

Rich kids and Reading a closed book.

It’s been an extremely busy week; I got one week off work to go for the UBS Wealth Management Program. Those are fancy words for a expensive version of summer camp - the non-local participants are staying at the Four Seasons and the Marketing team (who organised this event) did me proud by hiring caterers from Les Amis. Nothing but the best for the participants so that they won’t go crying back to Daddy.

I thought that I’d have more to write about the participants, since the prerequisites of joining this program include being a UBS client’s offspring and I was fully expecting a bunch of glamorous kids to descend upon Singapore ala Upper East Side Gossip Girl-esque brats. No, instead the participants are surprisingly… normal. Oh definitely smarter than your average kid, since we’ve got a bunch of Oxford, Cambridge, London, (even a Parsons-going Singaporean,) Columbia, et all -going students, but aside from a few fancy schools there was nothing particularly interesting about them. For the most part they were nice but not extraordinary, simply plain and indistinguishable. I dunno, 4 days is probably too soon to start dismissing people but maybe I was expecting people with radiating auras and plans to rule the world.

(But I’m sure they’re all very nice. Really.)

I know, I am so judgemental. Speaking of which. Today we all got back a DISC personality test that we took on Monday, and the results seem to be fairly accurate for everyone. No surprises as to my personality; all that self-conflict that sometimes rages inside me has supported a lot of self-reflection.

Anyway, apparently I’m both very dominative and very conscientious when it comes to work, making me a creative individualist, a conflicted person, an entrepreneur (haha) who enjoys challenges and suffers no fools gladly.

That explains my sometimes curt words on this blog and the aloof impression I might leave on others, but I suppose I don’t apologise for that. Try as I might, I’m simply not warm or likeable or personable. However, my profile tells me that i ‘may be quick tempered, but it is often balanced with [my] sensitivity’, so there may be hope yet to bring out the more likeable ‘influential’ person in me (the part that scored least in my profile ). Interesting no?

Counterpart reality.

‘Were there good times?’

‘Yeh, there were very good times.’

I rang up Jared just now out of a sudden wave of overwhelming nolstagia; you might say I needed a counterpart to the confusingly taxing conversation earlier in the evening.

Of all the things that happened between us, amazingly, (as if someone performed an Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind on me,) only the good remain most starkly in my memories. Talking to him brought back so many memories of our time together and how I came to fall so fast and so hard. Of long telephone conversations with that smooth Australian accent, our constant verbal teasing and wit against wit jousting, the easy laughter that sprang from our lips, how much I enjoyed making him laugh when we talked and talked.

No doubt about it, when things were good, they were very very good.

You and your Dysfunctional Relationship(s).

Today I had my impression of a guy I thought decent shattered to smithereens by some unexpectedly cynical and cruel opinions. His rationale for a dysfunctional relationship shocked me; His clinical approach to love horrified me: ‘Let’s be realistic, you can’t have everything you want… She’s everything I want in a woman; I think she’ll make a good mother…. except that I don’t love her.’

Hold on a second! You’d choose a girl on your assumption of her making a good mother??? Is it me or is there something very wrong with this train of thought? I’m not just talking about this friend anymore, I’m applying this to relationships on a whole, because I have a sneaking suspicion that many relationships are not conceived out of love anymore. It’s all very well to be realistic in love but to treat love as a mere byline when you’re looking for love… If everyone went along with this philosophy of choosing a partner based solely on one’s attributes rather than loving a person as a whole, then might not that make us nothing more than business associates? Is this not depressing, a loveless marriage conceived out of convenience? I thought this was the 21st century in which we are free of societal constraints in the choices we make rather than making them out of obligational bonds or arranged plans.

But most of all, his reason for a relationship ranks among one of my worst nightmares: mere companionship.

Dude, of all the things to compromise on, didn’t you know that love is the one thing you can’t?

Maybe it’s just me, maybe I’m a dreamer. But what’s wrong with being single and a dreamer? How dare you try and pressure me into fitting into your societal mold. People call me picky but when you hear the stories that others tell - about love and the lack of - it makes me feel that holding out for the best to come my way isn’t such a bad idea after all.

The Coolest Game Series of all Time - trailer

(Be warned: Geek-talk ahead. For fellow gamers: crank up the volume )

The genius producers of Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy VIII Advent Children are collaborating to reinvent the stoic role playing game series. And the next step is going to be what looks like the definitive role playing game, the reason for the Playstation 3’s existence.

Square Enix is bringing gaming and computer graphics to the next level.
You ain’t seen nothing yet.

Final Fantasy XIII Versus.
This is the way I love my fantasy worlds: dark, dystopian and cool. I am barely contained trembled joy. I FREAKIN’ CAN’T WAIT.

Asset management.

Last Tuesday I took the day off. It was indubitably a great decision and a much needed break. I loved the wicked thought gloating at the back of my mind that whilst other people are scurrying about their daily robotic routine, you’re snuggling in bed and looking forward to a great day consisting of a fab lunch and nothing more taxing than the decision of which non-work related dress to buy next.

Speaking of aforementioned lunch, I met the perfect investment banker: tall,  manly, smart, assuring, attentive, american-chinese, lives in Hong Kong and cuts a damn fine figure in a suit. It’s as I’ve always suspected: all the hot ones are in Hong Kong.

5 thoughts after lunch:

1. My father’s business (the purpose of discussion for lunch) is actually pretty darn… I was going to say interesting but I’m changing it to challenging. I love challenges.
2. The possible consistent need to match up to a perfect man such as the banker.
3. A frightening thought: I will always feel doubtful/sorry for the boy my age who is not ready to conquer the world. Because if they lack an ambition like this, then they cannot measure up to greatness in my eyes. That’s why men of a certain age appeal to me a lot more in comparison, when they seem to have it all. Hmm I need to explore this theory.
4. I thought about Catherine and her great love for ABC men and Cath, whenever you’re ready to move to Hong Kong, just let me know. We’ll be two single girls ready to conquer the city and its inhabitants, hohoho.
5. I wonder if he’s single…

Local photographers made good.

Editorial:
Beach by Chuando and Frey in Jalouse June 08
(very sexy, very signature style)

(Pictures: TFS)