At home on a Friday night. My buddies are camping out at Avoca Beach this weekend, having a farewell for Danger, who is sailing for the shores of Swinging London soon. I want to be there with them, but at the same time, I'm glad I'm here at home, looking after myself, not starting any trouble.

I just had one of those coccooning moments of self-reward that we discussed in a focus group for Philips home entertainment earlier this week. I came home to an empty house, snuggled up on the couch with a bowl of steamed rice and watched "My Sassy Girl"... a Korean film which my ex-girlfriend gave to me. It reminded me of Sylvia Chan's "Tempted Heart." There is no doubt that Tempted Heart is a much better film, but it's always nice to watch a film which comes bundled with sentimental meaning due to the nature of the gift. And yes, I can't deny it, I'm a sucker for sassy girls.

I haven't written for some time. I felt it was inappropriate to continue a story without any significant events or character development. But life is not all doom and gloom. In the past few weeks the little things have lifted my spirits. Night fishing at Palm Beach, walking home in the evening rain, sharing secrets with an old flame, getting drunk at work, listening to loud Jewish party music, cooking dinner with friends, building a new computer, watching Chicago with my Dad at a Thursday night late-session, waking up early to have breakfast with Mike, missing Wu Shu every week for the last 5 weeks, receiving unexpected tenderness from my psychic hairdresser, singing along to Big Yellow Taxi in the car on the way home from City Live at 4am in the morning, being described as "inseperable", cutting my Dad's hair every second weekend, eating imported Cote D'Or Belgian chocolate, playing with Mundi, doing handstands whilst watching TV, laughing at myself.

Some pretty big developments at work. We won a major new account this week. This new client will be our biggest, so the champagne and compliments were flowing early this Friday. My six-month review for possible promotion is also coming up next month. I'd hoped that the big win would strengthen the rationale for my promotion and subsequent pay-rise, but it occured to me today that the doubling of our business may paradoxically set me back, as my superiors are thinking of using the extra money to hire a friend of theirs to fill the gap between me and my manager... the same gap I've been eyeing for myself. Time will tell. The silver lining to that cloud is that it would give me the momentum to slip into a more creative marketing role. My current job involves a lot of quant analysis and horse-trading, and I find it a little bit too procedural for my liking. I want a job where the skills are more intuitive and qualititative, and hence harder to replicate.

A few weeks ago, the Managing Director asked me to film her wedding, which is this Sunday evening. I've never done a wedding before, and the weather forecast is not good. Worse of all, I've been unable to dampen the MD's expectations of the video, for which she is paying me very little. I've warned her that filming a wedding ceremony on a windy beach at 5pm on a rainy overcast day is not an ideal situation, but she wants a cheap wedding video that looks professional, so I'm just damned if I do, damned if I don't. We were joking today, that if I fuck this up, my career will be over. I just hope my equipment doesn't get wet, and that there's plenty of love at the wedding to make up for the lack of lighting. Perhaps I should bring the loud Jewish music along to cheer everyone up. I'm not too happy about having to miss Disaster and Gracie's joint birthday celebrations which are on the same night. There's no question where I'd rather be... Oh well, here's hoping all this good karma comes back to me one day.