I can sing a rainbow...

Red and yerrow and pink and greeeen, purpur and oleng and brruu...

Just like LMD, I oso lurve stationery. While she ventures to Evergreen, I went to my canteen supermarket this afternoon and picked up a 80 cents packet of magic markers. I can tell it's branded magic markers, because the packet has a picture of Lady and the Tramp on the cover.

Now I am at work happily doodling away on plain white paper. Doodle doodle.

To stay or not to stay

I have been thinking of leaving my job at the end of the year, and looking for something else to do. I've been at my job for the last 3 years and my contract runs up by about March next year. Anyway, I think it's time to move on to something else. What that something else is, I still don't have a clue. Something fluffy would be great - either in fa-shun or entertainment. I am so not serious and business-like.

Then, this morning, my boss suggested I take a part-time diploma in Financial Management or something of its equivalent. She felt it would greatly enhance my work here and would be useful in future jobs. I see her logic and agree that if I want to stay in a corporate job, this course would greatly enhance what I've already learnt.

It is obvious my boss sees me staying here for the long term, as she told me in her office that she could see me taking over her position when she retires, if I was willing. That really stunned me. Take over? Gah! This changes all my old plans. Should I stay in my job or leave? Much mulling ahead.

Hungry, hungry hippo

Have been eating like a piggy this whole morning. It's not even lunchtime, and so far, I've had:

- 1 piglet (the mooncake skin kind)
- 1 kaya bun
- 4 Glory ground peanut cookies
- Preserved ginger sweets

And I'm craving chocolate chip cookies, and all manner of sweet things. That time of the month must be approaching.

October desktop calendar

I'm always hungry

One day, not so long ago, when I was very bored at work and too cheap to buy a daily planner, I made a desktop calendar to print out and scribble down my busy social schedule and work appointments. I blu-tacked it on the wall next to me, and found it very useful indeed. So I was bored at work on Sat again and decided to start up the monthly calendars again. So if you like and you oso want, leave me a comment and your eeee-mail address and I'll send it to you. I promise I won't sell your eeee-mail address to evil marketing consultancies. Available in 1024x768 only, 'cos almost everyone I know doesn't have 800x600 anymore.

What's wrong with my car?

My poor car, this is so not a good week for it.

First, last Sat I had a flat battery, then I sent it for a servicing on Thurs whereupon I was told, "your car ah, verrry bad condition ah", so I had a gazillion things replaced and paid an obscene amount of money for it to be fixed. And after that, I thought my ordeal was over and I could enjoy the lovely non-knocking experience of driving again.

And what happens this morning as I'm driving to work? I get a flat tyre. That makes it the third call to AA in a week. Tyre didn't even look flat when it was taken out, and looked suspiciously round and unpunctured. Also, not only is the spare tyre not very full of air, but it is also very argly and doesn't match the rest of the other tyres. Like, ohmygawd, mismatched tyres. As for said flat tyre, I will have to take it to a service station later to see what's wrong with it. And that will probably mean more moolah. Miss Moneybags, I am not. Not happy, jan.

Update: I took the tyre to a service station for a check, and there's nothing wrong with it. Curiouser and curiouser. There was definitely some flat action happening on Sat morning, I know I didn't imagine it. So since there was nothing wrong with it, I got it reinstated in the exalted position of front right. No more mismatched tyres now, yay!

I want to eat mooncake

Last night, I found out about this mooncake Raffles Hotel has been selling and is very popular...snowskin mooncake with the usual lotus seed paste, and instead of yolks, a champagne truffle in the middle. How brilliant is that? I'm so not a yolk person, and I think yolks are just a waste of mooncake space. Especially don't like it when I get the double-yolk mooncake, cheating me of the lotus seed paste...grr.

In future, I think all mooncakes should be like those at Raffles Hotel. I have it on very good authority that they are to-die-for. Now I must get my hands on some too.