Jon and I possibly made our biggest purchase so far on our own. We gave ourselves a budget but didn’t wanna compromise on the car make, so we looked around for a decent second hand and got ourselves a Suzuki Swift 1.5 litre manual transmission.
Actually, I think the sports rims won Jon over. It seems when it comes to cars, most men have a little ah beng hidden in them. I am dating a closet beng.
doesn’t mean you stop celebrating your birthday. Doesn’t mean you’ve gotta have a quiet, boring evening. My colleagues (I’d rather call them friends actually, but they happen to be my colleagues too) decided I should go partying and insisted they’ll make me drunk.
I worked very hard not to puke, not to get drunk, and aimed to reach a point where I was just happy. I think my wish came true, except I took a little too long (2 days) to recover from one night of partying. And I’m embarrassed to admit this – my knees hurt while dancing. Help me, Glucosamine!
Here are pics of the night. I love my girls. I really do.
The PR team – Rae and Cherie.
Most of the Marcom team.
Yikes, it’s been a long time since my last post. It’s been a combination of a lack of inspiration and too many hours spent in the office.
So I looked under my table today and realised how many pairs of shoes I have in the office. Some of them are heels which I wear to work and not back home, after realising how slow and cumbersome they make me. And some are ‘emergency heels’ for situations when I’m in the wrong shoe for the wrong event.
I thought I had given up on heels until I tried on a pair from Maripe. The one I got was called ‘glove’ and it glides on really like one – I love soft, silky smooth leather! It’s a peep-toe booty with a slingback. Shall post pics soon.
Its been too long since I updated. I’ve been playing with iMovie and I’m so so glad to figure out how to rotate videos! This is way overdue – an afternoon at Dairy Farm Quarry with a few socks and balls they call Poi. Karen’s teaching us and it sure ain’t as easy as it looks!
Does the routine keep you sane or make you go crazy/frustrated?
6.45am – Alarm rings. Snooze about 5 times
7.15am – Finally wake up. Make coffee, grab breakfast from the oven
7.30am – Read papers while eating breakfast
7.45am – Toilet
8.00am – Shower
8.15am – Change clothes, make-up, dry hair, check email
8.45am – Leave house
9.30am – Reach office
The hours in the office go in a flurry. Sometimes I leave at 7.30pm but most of the time I leave at 8-9pm. On some occasions, 10-11pm or later. And the cycle continues in the morning.
Ended work at VivoCty today, and decided to walk around for a bit. I walked away with a really cute Ikimono 110 film camera! And some postcards to put up on my wall. Hoping to get some good shots in Ubud this Friday.
Pic from Four Corner Store – they have the cutest 110 cameras, and vintage Russian cameras. Is it true that you can see things through Russian cameras?
I went for my first health check ever since I left school. The last time was probably in JC when I had to do a check before leaving for a community service trip in Vietnam. I remember the malaria pills and the scolding we got from our teacher for eating some BBQ-ed banana skin from one of the roadside stores.
As I was saying, I had a health check and had a GP examine my breasts for lumps – I don’t think I’ve ever had a doctor touch my breasts like that before. It’s so hard not to laugh. The doc says you should check your breasts and armpits every month for lumps. And you should do it after your menses; because sometimes before your menses, you might have lumpy breasts? But if anything at all, you’ll feel a pea-sized lump. I probably read this somewhere before but I never really bothered.
I think it’s time to get serious with my health. I’m doing pretty well. I have a slightly lower blood pressure than normal – which is fine – and Doc is happy that I exercise regularly. But I shouldn’t take this for granted and spoil what I’ve been blessed with. I think I’m gonna stop the fags for real – however little I do.