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1/28/2004


Love me, love my cats. 

I have no money. And yet here I am trying to scrape together some money to buy this off Ebay:



What is it I hear you ask? Its a pet carrier of course! Its a nice cushy pet carrier, and it will proberly be the closest I will get to putting my cats in a handbag (Legally Blonde style).

Whilst some of you are sighing dissapointedly at my financial choices, here I am again, buying things for my two kitties that they don't REALLY need, yet I would like them to have - who cares I wont have money to eat this week - its worth it.

Those of you who know me, know I absolutely love cats, especially my own two: Charli and Mickey. They are my are my furbabies, and whilst some of you don't really 'get' this whole cat thing, to me they are like family.

I have managed to train my cats to do tricks such as ('sit' 'stand on hind legs' and 'spin around'), and they know where they aren't allowed to go (eg. the kitchen bench). Yes they are smart, they are known to jump on the bench when I am not home or when they think I am asleep. Sneaky things. But other than that I find having a relationship with a cat is a much more fufilling relationship than, lets say a dog. As dogs are pack animals they tend to want to please you- the Leader. Not saying thats a bad thing it have, it isn't, but with cats theres a bit more 'give and take'. With cats you really have to earn their love and respect, and once its established, they really are a joy to have around.

Heres photos of my two little ones:


Charli

and

Mickey

Now who couldn't love a face like that??

I admit it: I happily scoop their cat litter everyday. They have me trained well...

"Dogs think they are human, Cats think they are god." ~ Unknown





1/25/2004


Look what I found... 

Whilst browsing my old photo archives I stumbled onto this old gem.This is my year 13 school ball in New Zealand... Wow, this photo seems like ancient history.









The Need for Speed. 

Today I caught myself racing the guy in the next lane on the freeway. This is very unlike me, and I didn't even notice I was doing it, till of course, I glanced at my speedometer and I was going 120KMs. Oops.

I consider myself a fairly safe driver, but if it be known I HATE driving with a passion. If I can I try to make Luke drive me to most places (especially places I am not familiar with) much to his annoyance. And its not like I don't do it because I am lazy or anything, but more because I am a nervous driver and the less I drive the less my stress levels will be. Honestly.

I think it has something to do with an incident that happened to me the 1st day I drove by myself. What happened was: I hit a guy on a bike. Yes you read right, I hit a guy on a bike.

Actually you could say he rode into my bumper and fell off this bike, so I didn't injure him fortunately, he just couldn't break fast enough. It was his attitude that mentally scarred me. When he fell off I immediately pulled over to see if he was okay. He got up brushed himself off and checked his bike, all the while cussing at me. Then he came up to my car and pulled the keys out of the ignition (which was still running BTW...) and THREW them down the street all the while cussing I should learn to drive (which I had obviously did because I had earned my Licence a couple days before...). Then after he had his vent at me he got on his bike and rode off, while I just stood there with my mouth wide open in shock he had actually reached in my running car and THREW my keys away! Grrr..road rage is an evil thing...

I used to have a yellow 'Cat On Board' sign on the back of my car window, and recently its broken off, and I've noticed since its fallen off I've had so many cars driving up my rear end. I'm not even driving slow, but I guess for these guys the speed limit isn't fast enough. Unless you're on your way to the hospital because your partner is having a baby I dont really see a need to.

I think maybe I should put the sign up again - apparently people don't like to pick fights with Cat Ladies.




1/24/2004


If the early bird catches the worm I would catch many. 

WORK. Don't you you just hate it? I do.

If I could have my way I would never need to work. I could be a trophy wife maybe, you know, nothing fancy. Unfortunately I DO need to pay my rent, feed my furbys, and shop on Ebay, so not having a job for me is out of the question. Fortunately after being unemployed for a while back and not having as much as 2 coins to rub togeather, I have found a job. I dont know weather to laugh or cry, as with this job it seems I must give up my social life (or what little remains of it..) to keep it.

I have been employed at a call center, where all day I sit at a computer and answer phones. Its not a bad job, dont get me wrong, on contrary, I get to read magazines, surf the net and watch a bit of TV inbeween calls - or during, if I'm feeling a little bit adventurous. Its much better than my last significant job where I would lug 10kgs of bacon all day and come home with a trail of feral cats and dogs behind me because I smell like ham or have a raw sausage squished to the bottom of my shoe.

Okay, so its a cushy job. Trouble is the shifts I have to do. Which brings me to the part where my social life has been down graded from non-existant to OBSOLETE. My roster at the moment is Friday 2pm- 7pm, Saturday 5am- 10am, and Sunday 4:30am - 12:30pm, Which means after work on Friday night I have to go home and go pretty much straight to bed so I have enough sleep before my Saturday shift. So going out on Friday nights are now out of the picture. Well that means I still have Saturday night to go out right? WRONG. Since I have to wake at the crack of dawn (or even before it!) to get to work on Sunday that mean I have to sleep at 5pm on Saturday night! Well guys, I dont think I'll be seeing you around much anymore, but I will be around working hard to earn those benjamins.

So remeber you people, whilst your just waking up on a Sunday morning/afternoon, I've been up since 2:30am getting ready for work. Ugh.





1/22/2004


Morning Glory...(err, so to speak.) 

Okay, I figured it out today. I got this bloody webpage thing sorted. I must of been too tired last night as I blacked out soon after I gave up trying to do this, and when I woke up this morning I was determined to fix it - Hey its HTML, it cant be THAT hard...Well, its taken me another 3 hours again to do it, my head hurts now.

Its nothing fancy, but an improvement none the less... YAY!





Webpage Deformities. 

I GIVE UP!! After spending the past 3 hours trying to design a semi decent website for my blog in Dreamweaver, and then trying to translate it into Blogger - Its come out looking DEFORMED!

I've scrapped the whole idea. I guess I'll have to stick to this Blogger template, I sooo can't be stuffed to do anything with it anymore! GRRR.

I feel so uninspired.




1/21/2004


Losing my religion...Then gaining it back again. 

I have decided recently to reconfirm my faith. For those of you who dont know me, I am a christian and have been one since I was 11 or 12. But in these past few years I have to admit I have been far from Christian like. Straying from the flock I guess you could call it, but in saying that, I somehow never managed to stray TOO far.

God was always at the back of my mind, and though I tried to keep him back there I continued to pray daily. My prayers were like bad re-runs. The same old thing over and over again "Dear God please forgive me, blah blah.." it was as if I was reciting a nursery rhyme, just going through the motions, then after I had asked forgiveness I would just go do it again. It was a vicious cycle. I still believed in Jesus but I didnt walk the talk: I didn't attend church (mind you I still don't..) or read The Bible, and soon enough God didn't seem like a significant part of my life anymore. Dont get me wrong here: I wasn't like BAD or anything (far from it by some peoples standards..) I think I just..you know, strayed. I got too caught up with what was going on around me rather than Him.

Then recently things have started to change, a weird chain of events that has somehow opened my eyes to what I have been doing. Its like I have been in a dull sleep, and have been awaken. With some encouragement from friends (and me asking alot of questions) I have now recommited myself to Jesus.

Its still a bit difficult for me as its like I am trying to learn new habits (ie. reading the Bible daily), but I know with Gods help I will get there. Amen!

"In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead." James 2:17.




1/20/2004


The Incredible Shrinking Woman 

If I told you 3 and a half months ago I used to be overweight, you wouldnt believe me. Well I exaggagerate. Not over weight, but heavy for my build and ethinicity. I just went on the scales today and I have lost over 10kgs (for those of you who use lbs thats over 20lbs) and I am down to a mere 52kgs (or 114lbs - Stacy if you are reading this I think you'll be proud of me!).

I am honestly surprised I have gotten this far, because those of you who know me know I absolutely LOVE my food. No it wasnt enough for me to have a Mc Donalds meal I would have to have a 6 pack of nuggests as well, or Luke and I would get a KFC family feast (10 peices of chicken, large mash potatos, and chips) between us. I could (and still can) eat a whole pan pizza myself- easily. It seemed my stomach was a black hole in the sky, and no matter how much I ate, there was always space for more. Now you may be gagging at the thought of how much food I ate, but hey, to me Grease was Good.

Now its no surprise how much weight I had stacked on since I had moved to Australia considering my eating habits. I think the reason why I do eat so much has alot to do with my upbringing. Growing up in a chinese family, one of the rules at dinner time was to eat EVERYTHING in your plate down to the last grain of rice. The consequences if I didn't? My mom used to tell me I would marry an ugly man if i didnt 'clean' the bowl. Now we can't have that can we?? So since then its been hammered in my head "eat everything in your bowl" and it didnt help that I would have LARGE servings as well.

But another thing was it also never really bothered me that I had gained the weight. I wasn't out to attract anyone nor interested in dating as I have Luke and well...honestly, wheres he going?? (I Jest. I am sure one day this train of thought will one day back fire on me.) But I also never really believed I could be thin like my other asian friend(s) as my whole life I was always 'bigger'. It was always like "yeah, I am just big boned. I dont have that thin gene other asian girls have." so you just get on with it.

I dont know what it was that made me decide to do it. I had tried various diets before in an attempt to lose weight- You name it I've tried it: The Zone Diet, Atkins diet, the "unofficial" weight watchers diet (I am sure if i did it properly ie. paid for it and not just read the books I would of lost weight) which I guess sort of confirmed to me that this is just my body- I am not physically built to be thin. Then I found out I have high cholestorol which is not common in someone my age. I've often joked to friends that I would have a heart attack by the time I was 30, due to my unorthodox eating habits - but then it was just a JOKE. Now I was being told at the rate I was going I would proberly have a heat attack by 30, it was turning out to be no laughing matter. I had to start eating more healthily.

I stumbled onto a website and learned something called a 'calorie controlled diet'. I thought to myself "well. I'll give it a go..." and after losing 2kgs in 3 weeks the weight just kept falling off! For those of you who dont know what a calorie controlled diet is, let me explain: Our bodies (depending on weight, height, level of activity and sex) need a certain amount of calories to function ( you could call it energy) then you also need energy to do things eg. work and play (depending of your level of activity). Everyone has a set amount of calories a day to maintain your weight and function, so if you eat anything you eat less of that calorie amount to maintain your weight you will LOSE weight. How FAST you lose the weight depends on how much LESS calories a day you eat. Whats good about this diet is that you can eat anything you want - in moderation. So the idea is to try to eat things that are less in calories so you can eat more, things which are high in calories you eat less. Comprendez?

Anyways back on track now, I never thought I could do it, but I have (wow I sound like an infomercial..). I definately feel like a healthier new me. And I guess what I wanted to say to those people who are struggling with their weight, is that you CAN do it. I never thought I could, but I got motivated and it worked!

Oh another thing which I thought was really cool - I did NO excercise whatsoever! Now who can beat a diet like that??





Unrequited house moving 

Don't you just hate that anxious feeling? That's what I am feeling now. I am due to move houses in the next few weeks, and I am just so excited! A friend of mine has decided to move from her house, and when she moves out I am going to rent it after her. Thing is, I have to wait till she finds a new place, so now I am playing the waiting game.

The reason for my excitement is: firstly, a much larger place. Its a 2 storey townhouse, whereas I am staying in a 1 bedroom apartment now. Secondly, as it is two stories it gives my kitty cats a lot more room to frolic, and thirdly I HAVE UNDERCOVER PARKING! Right now in my apartment complex I have to park under a tree where about 20 birds call home, after about a week my red car turns a sludgy white. Theres no point in cleaning it, its a hopeless cause.

I am counting down the days, but for now I will have to supress myself with some calming oils....or some mind numbing computer games.




1/19/2004


In the beginning... 

Okay, I succumb. As much as i tried to avoid doing one of these blog things, from seeing the interesting things other people seem to find time to write about, I too have been inspired.

Its a natural progression I guess, as a journal writer from the age of 9 in my little dinky diary which had one of those crappy locks on it which you could open with a toothpick, till now where I am writing on this laptop. Still, theres nothing like pen and paper... In a hand written journal it has so much life and emotion to it, I mean you can literally see the emotion in the handwritting, each swirl and stroke of the pen adds a little something to the work. It makes it so much more personal.

I always thought (and I still do..) that it would be such a cool thing to have a journal which you could hand down the generations. It would be a great historic record, and insight into ..well someones life! My children can read it after I am gone from this world and learn from my life. I think thats why I do write. Writing in my journal, to me is like, giving back to the world...to my children and my children's children.





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