Its strange these days, because the feeling of rain on his face was no more one of being free. Instead, it was a feeling of irritation because it meant that his clothes would get wet.

How could this be? There used to a time when he liked the rain on his face. It was a great feeling because he felt alive. He felt free. Maybe its because of the burden of work that has settled in his heart and in his mind. The extra strain that work has placed on him such that now, he could not enjoy the simple pleasures of life. To realise the what I want instead of the what I should.

Sometimes, he tries hard to please everyone but he is only human, so that is not always possible. He tries his best, he really does but he still falls short. Nevertheless, it ain't going to stop him from trying.
I guess we are all like that. We try our best at things that we believe in. Be it at work, relationships, family matters or even a simple thing like exercising. We push ourselves to the limit, constantly challenging ourselves and telling ourselves that we can do it. At times, change might be in order. It happens, whether we know it or not, in and around us. Just that some of those changes might have to come from ourselves because we must want to change ourselves.

It ok if you have no idea what I am writting. I just want change a little from the usual stuff.... ;p

Hmmm... I don't remember selling any lionsuits recently, so how is it that you were able to obtain one? Strange, must be someone else out there who is also selling them. I doubt that the prices are comparable to mine though.... ;p


I would really love to help:
Someone dear to me who is terribly unhappy at work and is thinking of leaving. Only thing stopping her is the fact that she needs the money, to support her family, to repay her school loan.
Someone who has just lost someone. Not to death, but rather through love. It is saddening because she is a good person and love for her is long overdue.
Someone who probably has lots on his mind.

Can't say I can help for all, or that my help is required at all. I can only help in the job search for 1, pray for another hoping that her day and prince will come 1 day and finally, just be there for the last when he needs someone to talk to.
Call me a busybody, but hey, it always seems that other people's business is more exciting than mine.

I mean, lets face it, a poor little rich kid like me is no fun to be. Flying to Sydney for an opera and than to Hong Kong for a shopping trip is no easy feat. Especially since I am doing it in such a cramp plane like my Lear Jet. Granted that I like the thrill of flying the plane myself, but still, its rather small. I have my eyes on the Dreamliner though....
Than I have to worry about getting my Ferrari repainted because some jealous person out there scatched it while I was parked at the Ritz Carlton last night. Sour grapes. That was my fave Ferrari Modena. Guess I'll have to take the Posh out for a spin... or maybe the Maseratti.... hmmmm choices....

Time to WAKE UP! .... Meow....