Archive for December 2007
Lappie’s irritating me to the depths of hell. Kept on having this ‘vvrrrommmmm’ sound which may or may not be a symptom of ‘fan error’. No matter how many times I’ve told it to shut up it just went on like a rebellious teenager. I couldn’t recall ever being that angsty and annoying.
Can’t wait to ditch it for something new. Graduation present from daddy, anyone?
So I was doing absolutely nothing all day and an idea came to me. Since I absolutely loathe waking up in the morning and conforming to workplace dress codes, why not start my own business? I could get some investors’ backing, open a boutique filled with radical designs that combine Far East punk with classic pieces and pearls. Target market: IT girls du jour.
I communicated this idea to YZ and he was extremely enthusiastic about it, too! Sort of. He’s busy. I can’t wait for the time when he’d be running his own clinic and my boutique will be next door to it. He cures patients and then they drift over my way to shop. Or he’d be working in a hospital as top surgeon / clinical management specialist and I’d pick him up after work. His tired facial features will brighten at the sight of a new hospital coat sewn lovingly by me, in Burberry plaid.
I’m loving my boutique already and it’s not even open!
I haven’t given YZ a material Xmas present, vice versa. But I suppose him coming back is present enough for me.
Us, riding a bus to Zouk on a Wednesday. Tres chic. We left at midnight, all domesticated up.
I am beyond bored. What’s one supposed to do on Christmas day??? Certainly not online shopping and doing GMAT prep.
Since when have I become boring??? Oh, the horror.
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